I Know My Body

I have this conversation with people all of the time. Listen to your children. Listen to your body. Just like you know your body and when something is wrong, your children also know theirs as well. They might not have the language to explain it, but they know. I’ve been dealing with PCOS and anxiety since I was 12, and I suffered for years because almost no one took me seriously when I said something was wrong. People thought I was exaggerating.

I wasn’t diagnosed with anxiety until after my umpteenth time in school and 6th time going to the hospital. I was 15 and in 10th grade.  What triggered my anxiety at that time, I’ll never know, but I was furious. When I went to my doctor the next day, he looked over my history from the previous year. After a series of questions and finally asking about my family history, he and a colleague determined I had Generalized Anxiety Disorder. They provided me with some reading materials and on the ride home, my mom filled me in on the history of anxiety in our family. She said that the more I had these episodes, the more she suspected but she didn’t think it could be genetic as well. Only one out of the many teachers I had commented after one of my episodes and said that I could possibly have anxiety disorder.

Fast forward to now and about a year ago, well two now, my gynecologist mentioned that I might have PCOS. If you have PCOS, or endometriosis, or other forms of abnormal menstrual periods, then you know how painful and debilitating this can be. I remember when the first cyst ruptured when I was 12. I was sleeping peacefully and I just had a shooting pain across my uterus that woke me from sleep. My mom and my aunt got out the warm towels, the ibuprofen, the plastic vomit bag, the saltines and ginger ale, and the regular heating pad. Overtime, these occurrences happened more and more. My periods got heavier and eventually I had to start planning to take a week off from school, or just suffer through on the days that I had tests. In 2013 I ended up in the emergency room because of a ruptured cyst which had knocked me completely out. My doctors tried so many forms of hormone therapy and nothing has worked long term until now. I use Nexplanon, which I was nervous to use at first because I had read so many negative reviews, but as soon as my body adjusted to it, everything has been fine so far, except in July I was suffering from menorrhagia, but honestly, I can handle that and stay at home all month more better than I can handle the pain and passing out from blood loss. I also have a lot of bloating but again, that is easily remedied.

My point is that I could have suffered less and saved SO much on medical bills had people taken me seriously when these events first happened. I remember some of them mentioning that I was exaggerating to get out of school. One of my teachers even suggested that I was hiding something else and I didn’t want people to know. Even my own brother! smh. Listen to your body. If you know that something is wrong, don’t let anyone tell you differently. No one will advocate for you more than you!


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