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28 April 2014 @ 05:41 pm
What's the story on everyone who wants to tell first period? I was 12 1/2 years old and had been babysitting ALL DAY at this place where they had a huge October Halloween pumpkin celebration where the bathroom line was way too long to use, but I had this awful pain, (also known as cramps and I wondered on the almost hour drive home what on earth was going on!) I went to Ps- What's the story on everyone who wants to tell first period? I was 12 1/2 and had been babysitting ALL DAY at this place where the bathroom line was way too long to use, but I had this awful pain, (also known as cramps and I wondered on the almost hour drive home what on earth was going on!) I went to the restroom and having an older sister I knew what this was. . . and I was LIVID. I went to my mom, who was on the telephone and said, no I think I demanded "GET OFF" as if I was dying. So I stomped back to the bathroom and showed why I was so angry. My mom laughed at my hostile tone a little was was great, my sister I heard teasing me (because I was the worst teasing about that kinda stuff) and I was given a HUGE pad. Now I was blessed, for the first two years, I had very light periods. Then at 14 all hell broke loose. It was then 7 days of cramps that made me pass out from pain, and the doctor gave me medicine. It was super heavy. I would have adored a cup. . . I think panty liners would have done it the first year or so, but if I had had a cup at 14 that would have been awesome. So there ya go. Anyone want to share? ;) Get this my granddmother didn't get her period until 18! My mom doesn't remember but said P.E. was hell, public showering with the teachers watching with only three days off for a period and hers was longer. Talk about a need for a cup. She got a doctors note after suffering with that a while. Boy.
PS-My typos are bad, I am using a tablet, forgive me.
 
Michellepinkdagger on April 29th, 2014 02:08 am (UTC)
I was 12 and just got home from school to find the mess. A few months prior, one of my friends down the street got her first period (and I happened to be with her when she discovered it). Grabbed a pad from my mom's bathroom, and on the way to my piano lesson, I told my mom. She awkwardly asked me if I had "one of those things" (English is her second language), I said yes, and that was really it. I remember being squirmy and uncomfortable at my lesson though. :c
Goat Friends: snowfrolicnaked on April 29th, 2014 02:19 am (UTC)
A while ago, I actually ended up writing about mine for a friend's blog -- it's here.
msphat on April 29th, 2014 03:53 am (UTC)
I don't remember what life events were going on at that exact moment...I must have been 13 or 14, and do remember I was sad, scared, and pissed off - I had previously convinced myself that I was one of those girls who would just never have a period.

Also, I was ashamed. I didn't want to "be a woman," because being a woman meant a whole bunch of stupid shit that I wasn't interested in - pantyhose, purses, being "feminine" - all of the stereotypes. I didn't tell my mom. I used folded up toilet paper that I tucked between my labia (I would have used tampons but at the time had very little access to money and my mom was super-controlling at the time and would have insisted I used her Cadillac-sized maxi pads, which disgusted me beyond belief.).

I know now that my mom was simply doing her best, and that parents generally want to remedy their wounded childhoods by making things better for their children - I have made a vow that my daughter will NEVER be ashamed of her body and its functions and will grow up knowing that gender stereotypes are stupid - inasmuch as I can influence these things. (I also know that I'll screw her up in ways I can't even begin to imagine.)

Knowing that my first period didn't have to be so traumatic both makes me sad that it was, and gives me hope for being a more body-positive influence on my little girl.
Astrocat: What a horrible Night...lady_astrocat on May 1st, 2014 12:47 am (UTC)
Oh wow.. I could have written this one myself! The only difference is that my mom wasn't controlling, but my family can be very awkward when it comes to discussing personal issues. I didn't want to "grow up" and I was just so completely embarrassed when I got my period that I didn't tell anyone. I did the toilet paper thing, too.

I've always been so ashamed about that time in my life and it makes me feel a little better knowing that I wasn't the only one who went through this (so thank you for sharing!)
msphat on May 2nd, 2014 04:05 am (UTC)
Glad to share! The whole "awkwardness about bodily functions" thing...yeah, that created a lot of problems in my family that never needed to happen. When I spend too much time thinking about those aspects of growing up, I start to feel angry all over again (and then sigh at the futility of that). The first couple years of periods were, as you can believe, absolutely miserable. I remember after freshman year of high school, I finally got the courage to start sneakily buying tampons - which was a vast improvement.

One of the few bright spots in my socialization growing up was that through some strange twist of fate, I learned that Sassy magazine was a thing - and started subscribing. I remember that in one issue there was a review on the Keeper, and thought for a minute that that would be an even better option than tampons - but then thought, "How on EARTH could something like that work? It will probably leak all over," and didn't get a cup until a good decade later (the Diva). After a couple tries with the Diva, I thought, "It's not perfect, but it is SOOOO much better than tampons!!!"

All of the above always makes me think, "I spent so much time fighting a war with my body and there was something that could've helped me that whole time!" It's why I'm so passionate about talking about bodily functions and healthy sexuality, etc. etc., and why my little girl will probably some day roll her eyes and say, "Yes, Mom, vaginas and penises and all that. Got it. Now let's do something interesting like play catch!" Better that, though, than the kind of ignorance in which I grew up.

There is something cathartic in reliving the early period days and seeing how far I've come. It sounds like you're in a healthier place with period stuff, too. :-)
★Raven: [AnMng] SE // A.Wild.Excalibur.Appearsmoonrise on April 29th, 2014 01:51 pm (UTC)
I was 13 and it was July 23rd.. I remember I sat around reading the whole day thinking I had food poisoning. I don't know anyone who cramped with their first period, so I didn't know to expect it. I got up to pee at 3:43p exactly and saw blood. I remember the time, because I started on my little sister's due date (who had come three weeks early) and 3:43p is what time she was actually born on her birthday. I blamed her for it, and told her as much when she finally got hers all those years later. She was complaining about how uncomfy her pad was and I told her how it was her fault I even got a period. It was a fun joke in my family.
faranth22faranth22 on April 29th, 2014 08:18 pm (UTC)
I was 11 or 12. I remember it was January, because my great-grandmother had just died. We had just finished with the funeral and burial stuff the day before. I was supposed to go to a friend's house for a sleepover that night. I went to the bathroom and when I wiped there was blood. I just stared for the longest time until it sunk in. I told my mother because I figured I needed supplies. She proceeded to get really excited because I was "a woman now" which really embarrassed me. She finally calmed down and gave me these overnight pads because that was all she had left. She had just had a hysterectomy a year before after having non-stop heavy bleeding for months. We went out the next day and got some more appropriate size pads. I remember her asking me if I still wanted to go to my friend's house that evening. I remember being really annoyed, like this period thing was just going to be a big inconvenience.

I think I started using tampons the next summer because using pads had kind of ruined the summer previous for me, mainly due to not being able to get in a swimming pool and then everyone asking why I wasn;t getting in. We had gone to Six Flags and I inserted a tampon for the first time in the public bathroom there. I had no idea what I was doing and my mother was no help since she had never used one. I ended up inserting it wrong and walked around very uncomfortable until I finally tried again and figured it out.

I discovered cups about a year and a half ago. I was online and someone referenced a "menstrual cup". I got curious and did some googling. At first I was appalled, then I just had to read more, and ended up ordering a cup a few hours later. :) I wish I had found cups much earlier, they may have saved me from many accidents. I remember one summer I did some volunteer work at a vet clinic. I had to change my pad while I was there but they had no trash cans in the bathroom. I ended up rolling it up and covering it with TP and carrying it around in my pocket all day.
megankgrmegankgr on April 30th, 2014 02:56 am (UTC)
I was 14 and it was pretty unremarkable. All my friends had already gotten theirs, so when I noticed I was bleeding I knew what was up. I told my mom that I needed "tampons and stuff" and that was about it. Except I heard her on the phone with my grandma and aunt and felt awkward AF that she was spreading my business around
tempestas_inu: argh! sorry!tempestas_inu on May 3rd, 2014 04:32 am (UTC)
My experience was a weird one. I knew about periods from the age of 7 and out of curiosity read about how people handled it. In a way, I was actually excited for it to come, I thought for sure when I got my period, I wouldn't really have a problem.

Well, I did. In a horrible coincidence, or maybe it was somehow a "warning" sign, the summer when I was 11, I got a yeast infection and it was really itchy down there. It was really kind of scaring me because I'd never had something like that happen. The infection lingered into my first few weeks of 6th grade. My anxieties were already up about the whole thing when one night I got a dark brown spot in my underpants and I COMPLETELY FREAKED OUT thinking this was something else wrong with me, or that this "infection" had gotten worse. My mom had to calm me down and tell me it was actually my first period. I didn't believe her because I didn't see any trace of red at all so I couldn't believe it was blood - experience told me that blood was only brown if it was dry and that stuff coating my underpants was not dry! My paranoia stayed for the next day until finally there was a sign of it initially being red. It only lasted for about two days.

...and then I spent the next two months paranoid because I DIDN'T get another period for that amount of time, and I didn't fully understand that periods can be wonky for the first few cycles. However following that, my period did regulate in short order :P




Edited at 2014-05-03 04:36 am (UTC)