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Postnatal Incontinence
This morning's Woman's Hour had a lovely piece on Ethiopian fistula hospitals.
I spent the time blinking back tears, thinking of the months I spent smelling, making myself constipated so that I wouldn't be incontinent, bringing clean underwear for myself in the nappy bag along with pads, begging in tears to be allowed to use the disabled toilets in public places because the usual ones were almost impossible.
Last time I heard Woman's Hour cover this issue I emailed them furiously because they didn't differentiate between a rectocele, a fourth degree tear, and a fistula - I don't have a fistula, never did. This time they were much clearer in their descriptions, and they didn't say "never" happens in the developed world, but "almost never."
That felt a lot better.
I spent the time blinking back tears, thinking of the months I spent smelling, making myself constipated so that I wouldn't be incontinent, bringing clean underwear for myself in the nappy bag along with pads, begging in tears to be allowed to use the disabled toilets in public places because the usual ones were almost impossible.
Last time I heard Woman's Hour cover this issue I emailed them furiously because they didn't differentiate between a rectocele, a fourth degree tear, and a fistula - I don't have a fistula, never did. This time they were much clearer in their descriptions, and they didn't say "never" happens in the developed world, but "almost never."
That felt a lot better.

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And good for you :-)
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glad you could make a difference.
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