My friend uses one, so she'd told me about it and I played with the idea for a while. Then one day, after a leaking pad during the first hour of a 6 hour shift at work, I got pissed and went straight to London Drugs after work and bought myself a Diva.
I proceeded to spend the most frustrating hour of my life in the bathroom.
I didn't catch on right away, I found this community and decided that the C-fold is the worst invention ever (after it popping open prematurely and causing some ouch) and converted to the punch-down fold.
There was quite a learning curve for me. I was at my friend's house one day and my Diva was hurting me pretty bad, and all I wanted to do was go home and take it out. After much research on this community, I realized how to check that it's popped open properly and to sometimes poke my cervix over so it's in the cup (lol).
Now my friend (a guy) calls me the Diva Cup spokesperson, as I've tried to convince every female I know to get a cup. He also named my cup Dane Cook, because the initials are the same. He's weird haha.
I have no idea how I survived all these years without it!
This past Friday, me and aforementioned weird guy friend were driving down to see our friend, who lives in the Puyallup area. We live in the Vancouver area, so it's about a 3 hour drive. Of course, it's that time of the month.
An hour and a half into our trip, I'm going 130km/h (speeding is bad) on the I-5, and my tachometer needle drops to zero. I scream obscenities and pull off the highway. Dead car. (For those who care, my timing belt went. Ouch.)
We spent about 4 or 5 hours on the side of the road, waiting for a friend to drive down from Van to rescue us, then waiting for a tow truck.
The moral of this story is, try being stranded for 5 hours on the side of the I-5 wearing a pad.
I <3 my Diva even more after that haha.
Sorry for the long ramble, I like telling stories :-)