pure red and amaranth

I was thirteen when I discovered my stained panties one night. It was burgundy, not red. How many times have I had a head injury and it wasn’t the color of blood, I was so scared, I knocked on my mother’s door. She came out in her nightgown long enough to discover me with a panty in my hand and exploded before she slammed the door: “Is that why you’re waking me up? You know where the pads are!’ This was our first and last conversation on the subject, the rest would discover him, like many, through street radio.

When God grabbed Adam and Eve with an apple and pointed with his finger, he spent them like this: “You will give birth to your children in pain and you will pay for this insult in blood.” Lots and lots of blood. Since then, women—and let me be up to date, trans men and non-binary people alike—have bled an average of 3,000 days of our life spanning 40 long years, as well as having trouble giving birth.

As if that were not sufficient atonement, even the Bible tells us, “When a woman has a discharge, if the discharge from her body is blood, she will remain in menstrual uncleanness for seven days; whatever he touches will be unclean, and whoever touches anything he sits on will be unclean until morning.”

In all the years I’ve shed my endometrium from pure red to amaranth, I’ve learned that what was diagnosed with chronic anemia was—thanks to a cherished family doctor who took the matter very seriously and was devoted to monitoring my blood. It is not chronic, it is periodic. So every four weeks I lose so much blood that the others are not enough to recover. So when I landed in the emergency room due to a disaster, The bewilderment came not from a dislocated ankle or a broken elbow, but from the need for a blood transfusion. I owe the world two liters anyway – thank you generous people – of course! I tried to pay with interest. Half a dozen times my arm was denied in the supine position. It’s not because I don’t have iron or hemoglobin to give—allegedly—that I need to take more, and even though I satiate myself with iron supplements following that holy doctor’s instructions, I see that I’m probably going to win. Until the long-awaited menopause comes, I cannot fulfill my dream of distributing beneficial red. I raise a menstrual cup and pronounce it looking at the sky: “I testify to Allah that one day I will donate blood!”.

However, apart from the fact that the anemia causes numerous fainting – your hands begin to tingle, buzz, vision turns red and you wake up elsewhere – I have no complaints. Menstruation doesn’t hurt me, and without being neutral about it, I’d say it generates no more anger or tears than a newsletter. I never missed a working day. Of course what happened! To leave him, leaving a puddle of blood behind me. But I’ve known women who were clinging to a Saldeva, twisted in pain and vomiting, and stopped by to tell all those gentlemen who knew the same thing about the rules as they did for them, for them more than for me, last month. war, don’t touch our ovaries. The same goes for the bad-blooded ladies who keep thinking that menstruation comes from within, we’ve already pulled too much out of the closet and now you’ll see what happens to menstruation loss, vacations for all, and men. non-menstrual, hey hey hey

The measure approved The government is innovative in Europe we already know, but established in different places like Japan, Mexico, Korea, Indonesia or Taiwan.

In Japan, Seirikyuuka (or physiological law) was established in 1947. Recent research by the Japanese government showed that less than 0.9% of women surveyed applied for it.

More recently in time and on the map, Coexist, a British company with mostly female employees, offered up to one day of paid menstrual leave in 2016. The public excitement by the news was particularly offensive to the women, who accused the company of portraying us as the weaker sex and predicting debauchery. However, once again, far from abuse, the data showed greater engagement and productivity of female workers.

Because the main problem here is not not to have periods, but to talk about menstruation. The problem is Eve’s menstruation and not Adam’s. And what happens to half the population over 40 years! We need to talk. And how it is treated—and treated—religiously, culturally, medically, and politically, yes.

Because in the distribution of these punishments, the Finger of Allah pointed to Adam: “You will work the land, you will earn your bread with the sweat of your brow”. You will agree with me that this is a disease that our menstruation suffers as well. That’s why ladies and gentlemen… it’s time they at least let us put them together.

Source: Informacion


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