By NAOMI COTTERIL
What did you do Sunday night?
Me? I got a Period Mentor.
I’m not proud of it, nor am I 100% certain what a period mentor actually is but the sweetly pink flower shaped app winking cheerily at me from page two of my iPhone screen informs me that I have not just downloaded a period tracker.
Oh no no no, I’ve only bloody well gone out and scored me a Mentor.
I don’t know about you but when it comes to my usual Sunday night, downloading a program to mentor me through that time of the month is always on the agenda. Snuggled firmly alongside ‘shave legs to ensure suitability should shorts be worn’ and ‘attempt to navigate a path through human sized pile of clean washing that cats have nested in, without actually having to fold and put any away’ comes Period Mentorship.
I don’t know why I didn’t get on this bandwagon months ago. My new mentor assures me that it is there to make life easier, more convenient. That its discreetly reassuring presence will be there to track my flow, moods, changes to my skin and more.
The thing is, all I really wanted was somewhere to record the dates my period usually falls on. Something simple that maybe worked out my average cycle length and gave me a ‘oh hey there, so that thing you dread each month? Yeah, it’s on its way’ type alert.
After years of being on the pill, a mild case of PCOS and a baby twelve and a bit months ago, I decided it was high time to try and be an adult and get on top of things, so to speak, so that at least when my GP asks when my last period was, I can answer confidently as opposed to frantically scrolling through my calendar in an attempt to find a date that I know in my heart I didn’t bother writing down.