Women's Health & Neurodiversity

My Luteal Phase is Trying to Kill Me - Lived Experience - The PMDD Project

It is 2022 in a dark uni room in Southampton, and I am googling the symptoms of bipolar disorder surrounded by Jaffacakes and ASOS parcels I don’t remember ordering.


I hate my life. I hate my friends. I hate this university, and I am not smart enough anyway. I should lose weight. I should dump the boy I’m seeing. I just shouted at my mum on the phone and I don’t know why. I hate the way this top fits and I should go travelling. I should book a flight tomorrow. I’ll quit my job tonight.


I b...

Qi-Gong, Carrot Juice & Anti-goaling: What did women's wellness get right this month?

From period tracking apps that (finally) don’t sell your data, to ancient Chinese exercise practices that might be the key to nervous system regulation — May was an interesting month in the world of women’s health and wellness. If you have a chronic illness, if you’re neurodiverse or know there’s something wrong with you but can’t quite put your finger on it, you have probably saved thousands of hacks, tips and products on TikTok and never looked at them again. So you want to know what’s actual...

You cannot waste potential (it doesn't go anywhere)

17:01pm, on the day of my first office job, I called my mum. “Is this what jobs are really like?” She laughed the way she did when she told me Santa Claus wasn’t real. “Well, those types of jobs, yes — they’re just sitting around and sending an email”. I thought about all my friends who had graduated a year earlier, now London-dwelling executives, analysts and assistants for companies I’d never heard of. London is a big fat lie, I thought. Aside from the angry crowd claiming we don’t want one, t...

PCOS has had a rebrand — but does a name change exemplify medicine's administrative relationship with women?

I think I saw more of the back of my eyelids in 2024 than anywhere else on the planet.I was a graduating uni student rapidly gaining the weight of a first-time mum, and my stomach hurt so intensely some nights that I lay awake counting periods, praying this wasn’t the crescendo of a cryptic pregnancy. A few months later, I was hit with a diagnosis of PCOS. (I want to be clear that when I say “hit” with, I mean hit with the same way you might throw a packet at crisps at someone on the sofa. The d...