"What is douching?"
"I don't know but French women do it."
"Isn't it putting scent up your.....you know?"
This was a question that would plague me for many years. What is douching? Should I know what it is? Do other people know and not me?
Calling someone a 'Douche Bag' is an insult.
I have heard people (boys at high school) criticising the smell of other girls' vaginas (fishy). All this reaps such paranoia in a young woman's soul.
It was time to get to the bottom of the Douche Bag mystery.
First up, what is douching?
According to Wikipedia "Douching after sex is not an effective form of birth control" and " A douche bag is a device used to introduce a stream of water into the body for medical or hygienic reasons, or the stream of water itself."
There are many scary tales about douching...infections, messing up the PH of the vag, cervical cancer and ectopic pregnancies. I'm scared!!
The plot thickens....I went to a Yoga Retreat and it was as if the Majestic Universe Gods decided to give me an answer. Did you know that douching has been around for aaaaages? People used to use Cow stomachs as douche bags. Done correctly (this is very important - do not try at home without proper advice) douching can solve a variety of menstraution issues. It should be a gentle, calming tincture which doesn't deodorise but merely soothes. It can soothe many pubescent girls of hard periods by using a gentler form of bathing rather than full on douching (perhaps an alternative to the pill?)
The timing is key - something to do with the moon and your cycle. I wish I could remember things.
I went straight home and bought a Douche Bag off Trade Me (not used - incase you were thinking that). It sits alone at the bottom of a drawer. I still cannot pluck up the courage to do it. Rose water and warm water sound fabulous and I do have the odd bout of period pain but I keep forgetting at which time of the moon I am supposed to do it.
Picture this: A lovely family barbecue. Meat on the grill, salads on the table - every family member is invited. My lovely, beautiful wonderful daughter walks down the stairs holding something.
"Mum, what's this?"
"Ummm.....It's a Douche Bag..."