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Hi. I'm 14, and I was diagnosed with PCOS last year. Here's my story:
I started menstruating when I was 11 and in the sixth grade. My first period lasted about two weeks. It's funny, because even before I got my period, I always thought that mine wouldn't be normal, and it sure as hell wasn't. Of course, being only 11, I was afraid to see the doctor for fear of getting a pelvic exam, so I told my mom that it finally stopped after about the ninth day. So, partly out of fear of seeing the doctor, and partly out of fear of my mom finding out that I lied to her, I concealed my bleeding for the next three years.
I bled every single day until the summer before I started ninth grade. About a year before I told my mom, my bleeding had steadily gotten heavier and heavier. Doing simple everyday things, such as drinking water or eating anything containing the smallest amount of liquid, would make it heavier and make my suffering worse, so for about every day of my eighth grade life, I would parch myself so that I could sleep easy that night. Everyone always commented on how pale I looked, and I told them that I never got outside (which I didn't because it made the bleeding worse).
About two weeks before I revealed my secret, I noticed that I was falling asleep on the couch, and that I was constantly tired. A week later, the night before I told my mother, I felt sick to my stomach when trying to eat a piece of steak (although I've never liked steak anyway). I couldn't eat a single bite of the meal, but I wasn't quite ready to let it slip, so I told my mom that I just had a bad headache and she let me go inside.
The next morning I was wrapping a present for my best friend's birthday party, when I felt that urge to change your pad, you know, that huge GUSH! I started crying in the bathroom, because the bleeding had seemed to reach it's peak in the amount of flow that there was, and there was no turning back. I was certain that I was going to die. So, I pondered for a few moments about what I would rather do---tell my mother what was going on while she was calmly folding laundry, or bleed to death. Sadly, for a moment I was SOOO scared to tell my mother, that death seemed to be the easy way out. But, I decided that I was seriously too young to die, so I broke the news to her. She took me to the doctor's a few hours later, then I was sent to the emergency room at Children's Hospital in Boston, where they did numerous blood tests (as if not enough of my blood was gone anyways). They determined that I was seriously anemic and dehydrated. Earlier at the hospital, when they weighed me at triage, I had lost almost 10 pounds. I suddenly remembered that during that last week, I had basically forgotten to eat, and didn't realize that I wasn't eating because the anemia was that bad. And finally when I tried to eat, I couldn't.
So, after the blood tests, they decided to do a pelvic exam on me, which I had been dreading all day. Despite the drug that they gave me to help me relax, I screamed bloody murder during it.
We arrived at the hospital at around 4:00 PM, and left at a little after midnight, after having taken the first contraceptive pill, Low-Ogestrel. For the first two days, I had to take 1 pill every four hours, then one pill every six hours, then one pill three times a day for two days, then one pill twice a day, so I was having SEVERE mood swings.
Anyway, that's my lovely disgusting story. Hope you liked it. |
