My Period Was Always a Stranger
My period was always a stranger. In boarding school, I only got it once a term, with pain so severe I relied on my anesthetists father’s medication. Years later, I found myself in a public park, washing up with sachets of water, ashamed and confused. The diagnosis came in 2006: PCOS. No answers, no empathy, just a suggestion to get married and take Clomid. Two decades later, I’ve birthed five children, become a nutritional therapist, and now I tell my story, not as a guide, but as a lifeline
