When I was 14 I started having periods.
They might last three days or they might last eight weeks. I might go without one for a week or for ten weeks.
I sat through my GCSE’s at 15, anaemic and leaking through my clothes because my parents didn’t care.
When that was negative she gave me the contraceptive pill and told me it was just my age and in a few years it would sort itself out...
I went back to my GP and told them I’d been bleeding for five weeks at that point. I asked to be investigated for PCOS.
At the scan I had one large ovarian cyst, but no PCOS.
I went back on the pill till I was 25. My pill periods were agony, they were not light and I had migraines but at least I wasn’t...
I came off the pill at 25 and waited a year. Nothing had changed. I saw a new GP in a new place and they wanted to check for PCOS. I told them I knew I didn’t have it.
At the scan the tech found one 9cm ovarian cyst but no evidence of PCOS.
No one was worried about the cysts and I went back on the pill as my only relief from my problem.
At 32 I came off the pill to try and get pregnant. Between relentless bleeding I spent a year monitoring my temperature and using ovulation tests. I knew I wasn’t ovulating.
She told me to come back in another year for an infertility referral.
Eight months later I saw a gynaecologist for the first time in my life. He matter of factly told me that I had anovulatory dysfunctional uterine bleeding (DUB)
Bizarrely he then told me that I still had to wait the full 2yrs of trying to get pregnant before any further treatment would be given.
Unless it related to childbearing, my period problems and suffering were irrelevant.
My ovaries were noted as “quiet”, but I was still expected to keep trying...
I used my savings to go private. I told the gynaecologist my suspicions and she decided to reserve judgement and start from scratch.
At the follow up she exclaimed her surprise that I wasn’t pregnant.
She gave me Clomid to induce ovulation and it didn’t work, but I did make another 7cm cyst.
Suddenly I was fast tracked to the long awaited fertility clinic.
Within the first five minutes she told me that I’d simply been on the pill too much in my life and that I just had to wait longer for my cycle to normalise.
She hadn’t read my notes. She only knew my name.
“Oh you’ve had surgery already?”, “Oh you’ve tried Clomid already??”, “Why did you get those done?”
She agreed to induce a period and do a day 3 scan.
The AMH test confirmed diminished ovarian reserve. 9 months after I knew.
I had to fight and cry and pay.
This is women’s health.
This is my #wombstories