When she was 16, Marjolein Robertson had a period that stopped and started, stopped and started again, then didn’t stop.
“It picked up in pace and volume for days and days,” she says. “I remember talking to my friends about it, but we were all clueless. I was changing my pad and my tampon every half-hour but I still thought: ‘It’s OK, it going to stop eventually.’ In my head, it was a sac of blood. It can only have so much volume.”
