“I’m on my periods.”
“Shh! You don’t say it out loud.”
This was what i was told by my mother, my peers and the aunties of the society.
I was raised believing that periods can only be discussed behind the curtains and as a so-called good girl that’s what i did.
I remember when me and my family went to a temple, and i was required to stand outside because of my periods and my brother asking my mom that why am i standing outside? and my mom casually saying him that don’t bother yourself with it.
Every month i was on a mission to hide the pad whenever i have to use or dispose it. And whenever my mom/dad used to bring a pack of sanitary napkins it was always covered by a newspaper and then my mom would say, “go hide it in your cupboard before your brother comes here”.
This was also, same at school. Whenever a girl required a pad, a message was passed on from one girl to another like a secret code which can only be decoded by us. And then walking from the classroom to the washroom while hiding the pad so, your male classmates cannot have a glance of a green colour thing you’re holding.
And this continued every month because i was taught that eventhough it is my necessity still i should be embarassed by it because you should never talk about your periods loudly.