I'm typical of any woman from a Japanese genetic background when it comes to a certain time of the month. Basically I live part of my life as a zombie. There's little danger if I can find a place to rest and people don't try to get my attention for stupid stuff, and then even then I might not smile at you, forget to curtsey or maybe tell you to leave me alone, progressing from snippy to vindictive if you don't back off.
However, calling the cops to tell them I must be on drugs because I look spacey will make me twitch towards my family and knowing what I have been through we save the good stuff for this situation.
Bill and Becky used to chart my cycle knowing that part of the month they could cut my arms off with rusty hacksaws and I would just whine and ask them nicely why they would do this. They knew there was a one or two day window for me to tell them off, at which point they would "ground me" to my room and only let me out to do the housework, the farm work, the garden work, make dinner, do the laundry and if it wasn't summer I could go to school. I spent years in this situation. When my affect would get too flat they would have to back off a little because they got the idea from a similar situation and people would call the police and report the signs. Then I would have to explain that I was being punnished because I was bad and we were a real family, I wasnt just a slave.
But in addition to this I was given some kind of surgery to make my periods back up and not flow properly so that a lot of pressure had to build up before they would flow, making my monthly more like a nine monthly every month, and I could not tell the difference between contractions and my regular period. And sometimes I had post partum blues, which added to the reasons to keep me locked away, as people knew what that looked like too.
