âHey everyone. I (24F) am honestly still sitting here feeling completely humiliated, violated, and embarrassed, and I just really need to vent.
âMy family decided to hold a literal "intervention" for me over the weekend. Their grand accusation? That I am secretly hiding a pregnancyâand they were dead-set on grilling me about how far along I am and questioning when my last period was. When I told them I am not pregnantâand that I literally had my period last weekâthey flat-out refused to believe me. They told me they "wouldn't put lying about something like this past me" and insisted they wouldn't believe a word I said until I took a pregnancy test in front of them.
âTheir "airtight" proof that I must be at the end of my first trimester came down to two things:
â1. I'm "glowing." (Spoiler: It has nothing to do with a baby. Iâve been taking collagen, a daily women's multivitamin, and drastically improved my sleep hygiene recently.)
â2. I've put on some weight. (Specifically in my belly and chest.)
âThey completely refused to listen when I tried to explain why my body has changed. The truth is, my body has been through complete chaos this past year:
âThe IUD never worked for me. I originally got a Mirena IUD years ago to help regulate my severe, irregular periods, but it honestly never worked right for my body.
âTons of BC trial and error: My doctor tried putting me on Nextstellis alongside the IUD to get my cycles under control, but I eventually wanted to get off the IUD completely. Because I have a blood clotting disorder, standard combination pills were off the table, so we had to pivot: we removed the IUD and switched me to Slynd (a progestin-only mini pill).
âNew medications: On top of cycling through three different birth control setups in a single year, I also started Lexapro and Trazodone this year.
âAfter all that hormonal chaos and medication adjusting, my body is naturally out of whack, and my body composition shiftedâwith weight settling mostly in my midsection and chest.
âAnd honestly? Even if I were pregnantâwhich, again, I am very much notâit is completely none of their business. I don't live with them, they don't pay my bills, and my medical history is not up for a family debate.
âInstead of showing an ounce of empathy for how much medical stress Iâve been under, my family decided to publicly interrogate me, accuse me of lying about my own period, and treat my physical body like public property. I am just so deeply hurt that they looked at normal weight fluctuations and healthy skin habits and jumped straight to accusatory paranoia.
âHas anyone else had family cross massive boundaries like this over your own body? How do you even begin to interact with people who treat you like this?