Between her Legs……….. In her Head…… That Bloody Thing!

As if she were placed on an ill-fated train from birth the female has been destined to deal with it…..That Bloody Thing! Coming from a far away place and occurring because of a breakdown in an incomplete process, the Thing showed its face to the unsuspecting pubescent child, whether she were ready or not. If her older kind hadn’t yet schooled her to await its presence and prepare for it with a quiet dignity, the child would have to endure the anxiety of coming to terms with this strange novelty.

And she might have been appropriately forewarned. Yet the Thing had a way of creating a degree of dis- ease, malaise and tension. The girl would undergo the withdrawal phase every time the Thing entered her door, travelling through its tunnel to find an outlet between her legs, while maintaining footage in her head. Her friends, especially the boys often stood as easy target for her mood swings, solitude, dis-interest. The girl very often had to come to terms with herself for almost a week only to have a repetition of the harrowing ordeal the following month and continuing for many years to come.

“Have a Baby,” someone would advise, if the Thing had kept loading piles of incessant pain on her body and burned holes of pressure in her head. Some actually had claimed to see the testament of truth in the advice, while others simply found it to have absolutely no bearing on the burden and remained unimpressed by the suggestion. While the Thing continued to make its appearance dutifully on a monthly basis, it sometimes plunged forward in buckets between her legs as if turned on by an internal pipe with an ever present supply. The result was sometimes Days Off from work, a slowing down of activities, sometimes just staying put or bedding down under the covers.

But for single moms with very little or no support, the Thing could create another set of troubles. Her children needing to be looked after, had to have their mom in workable shape. So there would no escape to bed or slowing down. Exploding head or not, aching body, or continuous flow Mom duties had to be done. Sometimes too, even wedded moms whose spouses had no clue how to or who were uninterested, incapable or unwilling to come to terms with the Thing and its toll on the woman, went under during its passage.

And so throughout the next forty years at least for the average woman, the Thing would continue to press its way between her legs and in her head. Someone had mentioned that as time progressed, the Thing would begin to slow down its pace become pretty infrequent and eventually cease its journey through the woman, leaving her to enjoy a good life. Or so someone thought and even made the woman anticipate with glee. The truth of the matter though is that the Thing, would change its face, flipping the coin to reveal the side that itself would be fraught with a whole new set of challenges.

Yes the sightings and rushing outbursts diminished. For some, the timing became unpredictable, as did the rush and flow. A whole new set of challenges would come to the fore as the Thing was now on a different trajectory. It was as if he was bent on draining the woman down to the bone as he pelted her with several arrows that irritated her and wreaked havoc on her emotional, mental and social wellbeing. Mood swings, hot flushes, vaginal dryness, tiredness and so much more ill-intentioned effects surfaced. The Thing was showing off his other dark side that would haunt the woman for several years to come.

Menstruation and Menopause are The Thing to deal with.

Between her Legs……….. In her Head……… That Bloody Thing is unrelenting.