What a wonderful day to be back writing for my blog, especially after what feels like a lifetime. My blog has taken a major back seat over the summer and today I’m opening and telling you why.
Contraception. Good old contraception.
You might be thinking, oh gosh, a collaboration with durex. Don’t even... that is not what I’m here to share with you today so don’t stop your reading there. Rewinding right back to the early days of sex education where we learnt to put a condom on a banana and watched a woman give birth... and one guy always fainted. You get the picture, we are drilled into safe sex from an early age, and rightly so. With the modern-day world offering so many different forms of contraception, from condoms, the pill, the coil, the injection, I could go on forever. Choosing what’s right for you is important, yet the pill seems to be something we are all naturally guided towards, and don’t get me wrong it does its job. However sometimes there really can be more than what meets the eye.
The female contraception pill is both my best friend and worst enemy. I recently made a reference to taking the pill as updating you IPhone. We accept the terms and conditioning not really knowing what the latter is. You may now have all the newest software but your finding you lose battery quicker? Your applications are constantly crashing? Yes, A rather odd comparison but oh so relevant.
I decided to change my contraceptive pill in May. I switched from Rigevidon to Lucette, in order to improve my skin. Something which seems so minor after the other changes my body has endured. I have recently come to realise the damage we can be mentally enforcing on ourselves for safe sex. Most people probably know the pill is reliant on taking false hormones which can react differently according to each person. In the last three months, not only have I noticed the change in myself, but so have those around me. I personally found it so hard to continue to take a pill which I knew was effecting my everyday routine – now this sounds tres dramatic but trust me, it took its toll.
If I could describe myself in three words whilst on the contraceptive pill it would be
- Totally irrational
- Borderline crazy
- Overly anxious.
I degraded myself mentally and physically. I stopped making an effort with my appearance because it seemed point blanc hopeless to feel good about myself. Eating a bag of twirl bites and crying became my newest hobby. The little things became big things and nothing felt normal. All of which I can tell you now, are not the ‘normal’ me. It seems almost silly to type but it was as if my body had been switched, something like freaky Friday, although I can only wish I has swapped with my mum. I was now a psycho bitch who goes by the name of ‘Lucette’. I won’t cry you a river of my three months of contraceptive hell, but what I will say is don’t be alarmed if you too find yourself in a contraceptive rut.
After hours on end streaming the internet for alternative choices, it turns out there is plenty to pick from, and one which will suit you. Discuss what’s available with you GP and don’t settle for no as an answer. It is truly about finding something which suits your body, because it’s 2017 and its time to put yourself before sex.