I really felt as though life was no different being off birth control. Everything seemed fine. I think it came over me slowly. It coincided with a traumatic situation at work and a dramatic change with one co-teacher leaving and another taking her place. It was masked by the overwhelming weight of being behind in absolutely every way on every deadline. It hid behind work that needed to be done on my thesis. It was shadowed by lesson plans, grading, and IEPs. I didnāt see it coming. Then my period started, or seemed to, and I thought āok, itās been about a month. So far so good.ā Then Friday came.
I realized I hadnāt lived this last week. I realized I didnāt know where I was or what I was doing. I realized I had been on autopilot. Honestly, how did I get anything done? I couldnāt remember our lesson plans from one day to the next. I couldnāt remember what to bring home or what to bring to school. I realized I had not prepared at all for a grad school deadline. I left school in a cloud. I came home and sat on the couch, watched hours of tv, and couldnāt get myself to accomplish anything while I waited for my husband to come home. He got home late, and by the time we had finished dinner, it was after 8:00. I had two full days of grad school work ahead of me and just this night to shut my brain off, relax, play some video games. Hereās where it starts to get stupid.
I still didnāt realize how out of it I was. I was still on autopilot at this point. Functioning because I had to. But now I didnāt have to. I just wanted to play Battlefield. Not a huge request. But husband wanted to play this new game heās been playing with a friend. He had previously joked about how hard it was and how I would hate it because I hate games where I have to die over and over again. I told him I didnāt want to play that, that I didnāt want to play something new, but he started it up anyway. I figured I should just try it rather than make it a whole thing.
I do the stupid training thing, and I hate every second of it. Heās telling me what to do in the background as the voice in the game is telling me what to do, and Iām already angry. He sighs when I do things wrong and gets frustrated when I donāt know what heās talking about. Mind you, I have a headset on and can hardly even hear him. We play three rounds of the stupid game and die instantly every time. I state that Iām going to bed and quit out. He tells our friend heāll be back and follows me out of the living room. Iām trying to feed the cats, who have been meowing for an hour, and I completely. Fucking. Lose it.
Literally over a video game. I lost my shit. Iām crying and saying I just wanted to play Battlefield and I hate that other game and no I donāt want to play Battlefield now Iām so tired and itās too late and all I had was a few free hours and tomorrow and Sunday I have to do school work and all I wanted to do was play Battlefield. And Iām crying like a child. My husband is trying to comfort me and apologizing like he actually did anything wrong. And Iām sitting there feeling like a complete idiot.
I try to explain itās not me. I feel like Iām not even in my body. I donāt know where I am or what Iām doing. I donāt know why Iām crying. I realize Iāve felt weird all week and my skin is crawling and I donāt know what to do. I want to tear at it. And I want to scream. And I want to punch things. I want to leave my body because it doesnāt feel right. I canāt think. I canāt remember. I canāt feel any of the things Iām supposed to. I just feel lost and empty and off. I have too many obligations and not enough space in my brain to add new things and how can you expect me to play this new game when my brain is so full. I donāt have room like you do. I donāt have spare time or spare space. Iām overflowing. Canāt you fucking see that? And Iām crying because I shouldnāt be yelling. How could he know? Then he says he knows and Iām screaming YOU DONT. Because heās never been an overwhelmed teacher in an underfunded school with kids who are hurting and kids who are scared and kids who are bullied and kids who donāt care and bosses who treat you like youāre nothing at all and almost at the end of a masters degree should feel great but thereās so much left to be done so it doesnāt and I canāt manage my time and youāve never worked more than one job you come home and relax I come home and switch brains from teacher to student and youāve never gone off birth control and youāve never had hormones alter the entirety of your body for 12 years and just leave and your body is left in what feels like pieces. YOU DONT KNOW. And he says Iām right but imagines itās tough and Iām crying because Iāve just had enough. And thereās nothing anyone can say or do.
So he gives me a clonozapam and puts me to bed, and I watch Netflix until my eyelids are heavy and I finally feel okay. I donāt know how long it will take to adjust. But I hope I make it through without destroying all of my relationships. So this is me off birth control...