A guest post from a reader who understands her PMDD well, but didn't always...didn't understand it at all for more than two decades... I am posting this because she could be any one of us... Any one of us at all.
Living amongst demons.…
I THOUGHT I suffered depression
for years and the depression was like a rollercoaster sometimes out of control
and sometimes more manageable but always there in the corner like an unwanted
house guest.
I THOUGHT I “just” had bad PMS
and could get enraged at the drop of a hat.
I THOUGHT that was just my way of
life now—I was unhappy in my marriage but accredited that to my issues with
‘depression’.
I THOUGHT about all the symptoms
I had and how some didn’t quite fit in the depression tick list and how I
couldn’t even fit depression correctly.
I THOUGHT pills were a way of
life but why did they never really resolve anything? I would up my dosage until I couldn’t
anymore...only to find the rollercoaster was now an even wilder ride than
before.
Then, just over 2 years ago,
after receiving counselling for a childhood issue, I found the courage to leave
my unhappy marriage. I spent some time alone and the plan going forward was to
concentrate on me and my children and this ‘depression’ that had blighted my
life…
...only life doesn’t go to plan
and instead I ended up meeting and falling in love with the man who was to
change my life in so many ways, including discovering PMDD.
The unveiling of a Monster….
Through a series of unrelated
events I met my PMDD.
So here I was, deliriously happy,
in love for the first time in what felt like an eternity…
An innocent joke made by a
friend: “You may be happy now but has he
seen you at that time of the month, kicking cupboards, punching walls, and
slapping him? That love at first sight
feeling may drain then, eh?”
I laughed, and said, “I never hit
my ex—always punched objects or throwable items only. Kicked a few doors through.ˮ
My friend realized I was being
serious and asked, “Are you serious?”
“Yes. Every woman does for a couple of weeks before
their period, don't they?”
“Er, no.”
Silence.
Growing up, periods and
“embarrassing” women’s problems were not talked about in my house. At all. I wasn’t told what periods are. I
instead have an horrifying memory of blood trickling down my leg in the school
changing rooms and me sprinting all the way home, crying, thinking I was dying.
My mother ran through a textbook version of This is why and don’t talk about
it...
...So I didn’t.
Until a joke about periods made
me wonder.
Isnʼt it NORMAL? Doesn’t every woman
have extreme rage over silly things? And I don’t mean get a bit moody (although
that is in abundance also) but no… rage, like a bubbling anger inside you, a
pressure cooker just waiting to explode at the most unexpected time?
Isnʼt it NORMAL? Doesn’t
everyone bleed so a packet of Always can be polished off in a day? Doesn't everyone have to wear two pads at a
time and it still ruins clothes and underwear?
Isnʼt it NORMAL? Doesn’t everyone
have a migraine about two weeks before the big day? Not just any old migraine, but
a crippling, debilitating, every-sound-is-magnified-and-echoes-around-your-head-like-tiny-hammers
migraine, where your strongest painkiller that usually packs your headache away
in minutes won’t touch this baby—in fact, it reduces you to tears every month?
Isn’t it NORMAL that your stomach
swells to the size of three large melons for a couple of weeks a month, so that
none of your clothes fit anymore?
Isn't it NORMAL that cravings
take over, where every carbohydrate becomes your best friend and worst enemy
all rolled into one?
Isn’t it NORMAL that anxiety
reaches climaxes that debilitate you, where day-to-day tasks feel like a high
endurance challenge you haven’t the energy to even think about, let alone
complete? Where facing people in any situation makes your heart feel like it is
going to pound out of your chest?
Isn’t it NORMAL that depression pushes
you deep into a pit where you feel complete despair but don’t really understand
why, and nothing positive can be included in your world right now because no
positivity exists anymore and the world is a dark hell?
Isnʼt it NORMAL to experience so much
pain during your period you feel you should be in a hospital, and not on a
couch with a hot water bottle?
Isn’t it NORMAL to not be able to
look in the mirror because you are so unhappy with this person vacantly staring
back at you?
I started to suspect maybe not,
maybe this isn’t NORMAL after all...
...then came the Eureka moment, the
grand unveiling of my PMDD.
This came from being in so madly
in love that one second away from this man made my heart ache…
then suddenly…
I am looking at this man and
wondering Why am I with you?
I
don’t fancy you.
I
definitely don’t love you.
My man protests. “Whatʼs wrong? You do love me,
darling. Look at all these texts, these
photos, these little love videos we sent to each other!ˮ
And then he says: “Why does this keep coming up every now and
then? I don’t understand!ˮ
So I look at these texts, these
videos, these photos of a happy couple—but it’s not real. It isn’t me. That can’t be me. Not the real me. I can’t just “imagineˮ
all of these negative feelings I am feeling now, in this moment, not to be
real.
“No! Youʼre lying!ˮ
Now I am angry at you. “Don’t
lie! I wouldn’t love you!ˮ
Now youʼre clicking my pressure cooker
rage on. I DON’T FANCY YOU, NEVER HAVE, NEVER WILL, AND NEVER WILL LOVE YOU….
Then my period comes and I am
awash with love for my man, my beautiful man.
I am now full of another feeling—guilt—guilt
that I have treated my beloved like a stranger, and an incompetent, unattractive, unlovable
stranger at that. I feel like I was featured in an episode of Supernatural and was
being possessed by a demon.
I could see what the demon was
doing but had no control until the period exorcised it from my body and mind.
So now it was clear… The reason
it wasn’t crystal clear to me for the 20 years previously was my unhappy
marriage. It is easy to blame depression
and complete lack of insight regarding a woman’s cycle, but now I have found my
soul mate and for two weeks a month we have a relationship that people find
sickeningly sweet, the kind where “You put the phone down first, I love you,ˮ
“No, you, I love you more…”
so WHY, WHY would that change?
EUREKA!
PMDD!
So for the last two years I have
been researching this demon, liaising with my doctors, checking, comparing, having
ovulation tests, making notes, diary entries...
...and the conclusion is this
monster lives in a closet in my head until it’s time for its centre stage
moment.
What have I learned?
PMDD is like a chameleon that can
adapt and change to capture its enemy and inflict the most damage.
For example: it goes for my
relationship feelings, every month, but my partner is amazing. We adapt better, we know when it is coming. I get a mist, literally a mist, I look around
and it is like the room has suddenly become foggy. This is my sign it is here,
the monster has arrived....
So we don’t panic anymore. We go
to PMDD mode. I give the heads up to my partner. Instead of sloppy love texts, just four words
set in place a temporary change in our relationship.
“the mist has arrived”
From this moment on we are now
buddies, just good friends, no attempt at affection because he knows I no
longer love him, he knows when what he is saying or doing is setting the
pressure cooker switch to on so he backs off, allows me to explode in a safe way
or just allows the hurtful words to roll off him.
I am lucky. I have a partner who
can help me get through another month, survive another cycle.
BUT…
PMDD is clever. As I said, it adapts. So now it knows I am
getting good at battling my demons. So now it changes... now it cranks my
anxiety up to uncontrollable levels where I am panicking about everything and
anything... I worry my children will fall down stairs, will choke when cleaning
their teeth, my partner is going to be killed in a car crash, have an electric
shock from the toaster… and bigger and bigger, more extreme thoughts, thoughts that
don’t stop….
It throws me into a pit of
depression where I can’t leave my bed for days. Everything anyone says around
me sounds loud and doesn’t make sense.
Why
doesn’t anyone understand this hell I am in?
There is no way out… the world
seems a dark place… I am broken….
So far I haven’t found anything
that pulls me out of this pit of despair.
For now PMDD has won yet another round.
I will let it have its minor victory until I can adapt, until I can
change, until I can throw up a quick ladder out of the pit, until I can press
pause on the vortex of negative thoughts that engulf me…
And so it is… My cycles have now
become rounds in a boxing match… Some I will lose, and some I will fight, and will
come out battered…exhausted…bruised… and a little more clued up to this hidden
enemy.
But for once, I fit a symptom
tick list…
I now KNOW what I am dealing
with. And that PMDD is not NORMAL.
And
that makes all the difference.
Until the next round, PMDD.
I will be waiting.
~K
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