Should Your PMDD Symptoms be Classified as a Mental Disorder?

Here is a link to a National Public Radio (NPR) News Morning Edition segment that asks the question, Should Severe Premenstrual Symptoms Be A Mental Disorder?  Listen to the eight minute segment (play it while you're working on something else at the computer if you're short on time) and decide for yourself.  You might also recognize the names of some ladies interviewed for the segment.

The embedded YouTube segments below the written version of the NPR post are also well worth watching. 

Thank you for stopping by, and I know it's a lot to hope for, but may you be having a PMDD-Free Day! 

Is the Pill Really the Answer for Your PMDD?

Whether you're taking the Pill for contraception, or for your PMDD, you need to read this book.  If you can't afford the book, then read Holly's blog of the same name.  Make sure you are making an informed choice when you pop that pill in the morning for your PMDD.  

To quote author Laura Werschler, who wrote the foreword for Holly Grigg-Spall's book:

"Sweetening the Pill explores and challenges the ways in which the pill and other drug-based contraceptives damage women’s health, threaten our autonomy and thwart body literacy. What we don’t know about our bodies helps pharmaceutical companies “sell” their contraceptive drugs, and keeps us “addicted” to them... Prescribing the pill, or other forms of hormonal contraception, has become, in the minds of most health-care providers, the “standard of care” for being a girl. It is all too common to subjugate a girl’s menstrual cycle to synthetic hormones that superficially “regulate,” but actually suspend the maturation of her reproductive system. And for many girls, the use of hormonal contraception continues well into their 20s, without awareness of what might be or has been sacrificed."

This sacrifice can include, but is not limited to, your mental and emotional stability, both of which are defining symptoms of your PMDD.

For more information, go here, or here.  Or even here.  Learn about what you are putting into your body.  You will be surprised at how many questions these resources will be able to answer.

The Voices of PMDD, The Bigger Bitch, by Michelle

Today I am grateful to be offering a guest post which perfectly sums up the PMDD struggles we face from within...because what people without PMDD don't realize is that during an episode of PMDD, we are fighting OURSELVES as much as we are fighting with them.  So thank you, Michelle, for putting into words what so many of us feel monthly - month after month, and year after year - when the dark side of PMDD hits. 

For more great posts from Michelle, please visit her blog at Why am I Happy?

When I awoke this morning it was a normal day, I felt like my normal self. Within two hours what had passed for normalcy faded in the face of criticism and judgment. And all of it from someone that I can’t just punch in the mouth like they deserve. It is coming from HER. She is the bitch... the illness, the voice of self-doubt, the one that tells me how much everyone hates me and how worthless I am. The arch villain to my super self, otherwise known as PMDD. 

So I sit low in my desk chair trying to not draw attention to myself, like the small, scared girl I have become. There is a mean, angry, judgmental authority figure standing over my shoulder berating me, no matter what I do, no matter where I go. I feel so beaten down and broken, so battered, a heavy weight on my shoulders.

What do you do when the abuse you suffer is generated in your own brain? There are no shelters to escape to, no safe places to be had. Like the typical victim, I try to find ways to placate her, to distract her, to take the focus off of me…but she is relentless.

So I sit quietly, waiting. Waiting for the storm to pass. Waiting for the silence of my own mind to return. Waiting to feel safe again. There are no more tears to cry for my battered self-esteem. Wishing I could curl up and hold my knees to my chest and rock myself to sleep, just to try and get away. 

But I can’t give in. 

People rely on me. I have to be the best I can be, the one that always comes through. I have to survive this day professionally and personally.

So, ‘Fuck you.’ I say. ‘Fuck you for lying to me and trying to break my confidence. Now excuse me while I turn up the music, have a donut and get shit done, bitch.’ 

Why? Because fuck this illness. Because sometimes the only way to deal with her is to be the bigger bitch, to remember this is my head, my life, my rules. Today I chose to take that challenge and shove it in her face and succeed despite her barrage of negativity. 

Today it worked.

Here’s hoping tomorrow is a better day and that we can all be the bigger bitch when necessary. 

Other posts along these lines that I would recommend reading are my own They Only See Our Failures, and A Perfect Storm of PMDD.