Inside PMS / PMT – A Woman's Perspective
I don't know if my experiences are the same as those of other women, but I am guessing there are enough similarities in the general condition to make my observations of use to the general public, especially males who have no idea why women behave the way they do at that time of the month.
You see chaps, if, at a certain time of the month, a woman doesn't seem happy, it could be because her hormones are telling her to kill. With the onset of the hormonal cues of the menstrual cycle, the world changes and becomes full of fiendish objects, animals and people, all of which are intent on wreaking great evil. She is transformed from a relatively calm and rational being into a tumultuous vessel of emotions which threaten to spill messily over into the world beyond.
Here's a little story detailing my own mental processes recently under the influence of PMS. Read it in the same fashion you would an account of someone experiencing LSD for the first time, except instead of euphoria and a sense of oneness with the world, one experiences something akin to the exact opposite.
It's 9pm on a Tuesday night, I'm doing the dishes, when the entirely untrue thought occurs to me that my boyfriend never does the dishes. Not only that, he never does anything. The fact that he never does anything is therefore proof that he thinks of me as a serf and does not care for me at all! No! Not one whit! In this hormone induced mental storm, reality doesn't count for much. The fact that he loves me and cares for me and does a great deal has been washed away with the tide of hysteria. He is a big meanie, a callous, insensitive brute who has enslaved me. I am hard done by.
I'm not only upset, but I'm a little angry. A lot angry. Boyfriend asks what's wrong. I mutter something vengeful and stomp downstairs where I take refuge in my lair and plot the downfall of those who oppose me. An hour or two later, he brings me a cup of tea. My god. He does love me, and I love him, more than ever before. He is great, wonderful, the very best boyfriend a woman could ever have. The hormonal tides have turned and all of a sudden, I am suffused by a feeling of wild joy, tears of happiness threaten to spill over. Until the cat knocks the cup of tea over and the dark storm descends once more. She's always had it in for me. Evil little wretch.
It is boyfriend and kitties turn to go upstairs and take refuge where they can. Boyfriend chooses virtual World of Warcraft, cat chooses under the bed. They are safe for the moment. I breathe deeply, search for sanity, regain control and rejoin them when sleep and the desire for cuddles overcomes me.
Within a day or two, the storm is over and peace returns. The low level of anger which has been simmering for the past 48 hours dissipates. I can relax, all is well with the world.
I try my best not to act out during these times, and I think most women do too. PMS is not an excuse for being a complete twat, though it may make not being a twat a great deal more difficult than usual. Some women experience symptoms more heavily than others, and the severity can also vary along with life circumstances, health issues and other such factors.
My recommendation for men? Batten down the hatches and ride it out, every storm passes eventually. My advice to other women? Breathe, realize why you feel this way (its so much worse when you don't realize you are PMS'ing and mistake your upset thoughts for reality,) and be gentle to yourself during this time. Try to take it easy on those around you too, they are human underneath your projected visions of evil, and if it gets too much and takes on a life of its own, please do not hesitate to seek help.
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