Too much information!

By August 5, 2018Social services

This week I face surgery …its only little surgery, not major but my heart is still anxious.

But the surgery will be worth it.

You see for the past 2 years I’ve dreaded period time.

Too much information!

At the age when most women are experiencing flushes and menopausal tendencies my body has decided to become full on.

So once a month for the past 2 years anxiety has become my friend.

It has affected work, what clothes I wear and social choices I make.

Too much information!

Recently I travelled to Austria.  35 hours of flying and by the time I got to Austria I was in tears.

It is so embarrassing to have to ask your seat mate to get up every hour or two so that you can visit the toilet.

What do you do when they are sound asleep and you have to wake them up …constantly?

You don’t know them…they are male and you are trapped by the seat belt sign which says you can’t get up to go to the toilet to tidy yourself up.

Too much information!

I must admit in sharing and talking about my own circumstance I feel embarrassed.

I feel awkward…

What will people say?

Menstruation whilst not taboo in our culture is hardly dinner time talk.

Yet for me I’m a white, middle class woman who has access to as many tampons and sanitary pads as she likes.  I have access to Doctors who can supply me with iron infusions.  I can access expert advice and operations to help make my life easier.

Crying in the toilets in Austria, tired, worn out and embarrassed I was so grateful for all my choices…but my heart was breaking for those that didn’t have access to all I had access to.

I hated that trip to Austria…it was hard…it was embarrassing…it was exhausting.

Anxiety was a friend.

As I sat crying on a toilet in Austria my heart went out to girls who can’t access all I have.

Girls who don’t have sanitary pads or tampons…who use bark, or ash, old cardboard or rags.

Girls who get their period and wonder what on earth is happening to them because of a lack of education.

I can’t even contemplate the worst. Girls, young and vibrant choosing to end their life because they have been shamed because of their God given cycle.

Sitting on the toilet in tears made my heart want to remove the limits on littles in South Asia.

I want girls to be able to get educated.

I want girls to access health care and have great hygiene.

My heart simply wants to see girls have no limits on their life, their dream.

My heart doesn’t want anxiety to be their friend but strength and dignity.

So whilst there is way too much information here I hope you can hear my heart and help me build a Sanitary pad Factory.

I pray and hope that in a country where:

  • Only 12% of India’s 355 million menstruating women use sanitary napkins;
  • Over 88% of women resort to shocking alternatives like unsanitised cloth, ashes and husk sand.
  • Incidents of Reproductive Tract Infection (RTI) is 70% more common among these women and inadequate menstrual protection makes adolescent girls (age group 12-18 years) miss 5 days of school in a month (50 days a year);
  • Around 23% of these girls actually drop out of school after they started menstruating;
  • The biggest barrier to using a sanitary napkin is affordability;
  • Around 70% of women in India say their family can’t afford to buy them

we can help build a sanitary pad factory that will change the future of girls and women.

As women none of us enjoy the menstruation process but we all adore the gift held within the cycle.  The gift of birth, the gift of holding a little in our arms.  
It is part of our identity, part of our womanhood.
But it is not all of us.
There is more to us than our cycle.
At this moment in time I personally need help with my cycle.
The difference between me and millions of girls is I am privileged.  I can access help.
My deep prayer is we might be the help to these precious littles in South Asia.
That with a whisper, a prayer and a dose of generosity we can send love on its way.
Will  you be a problem solver?
Will you help a little get an education?
Will you help a little realise their dream?
Together we can help her to walk in strength and courage and not shame and anxiety.
We require $40,000 to build the first factory.  To date we have raised $27,402.  We are so close…will you allow your woman heart to take action and give?
No more Limits: Donate