What happened when you got your first period?
Did you have a party? Dinner with your mom? Did you have time for yourself? Was there any sort of recognition for what happened, or did it feel like it was ignored? Are there any traditions in your family around first menses? Did you have the information you needed before it happened to be prepared?
What would you (or will you) have *liked* to have happened? Would a "Period Party" be great, or would that feel too invasive for you?
(We're readying for an article on this, so yes, I'm fishing)
nothing really happened. i liked it that way. my mom had already gotten me pads and stuff...we didn't really discuss it after that. i think making a big deal out of it would have been besides the point...i didn't even really feel like it made me a woman.
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Ah yes, my 1st period. It happened one week after the video we had to watch. So I knew what was happening.
I came home from school and noticed blood when I was using the restroom. I giggle to myself but did nothing. I went through the rest of the evening not saying a thing to my mom about it. I spotted alitte on my jeans and thought I was soooo cool. Then when I was getting ready for bed and took my jeans to my mom and showed her the stain. She gave me a big huge and told me what to do and what to use. I went to sleep.
The next day, my mom, my grandma, my sister, and I went to dinner. We didn't mention it thou but my sister did tell me I could order my own food now because I was a woman.
I was happy I started on a monday because I thought I would miss a week of school. Wrong! It was horriable. I leaked everyday. I had an accident almost everytime I started my period. I hated it. But I did get better and know I have no problems with it except those awful cramps.
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I was 13, it was the day of my first fine arts competition. I got up, and yep, there it was. So, I headed for the shower, and when I got out, I very calmly informed my mother that my period had started, and I was taking the extra bag of pads into my bathroom so I didn't have to get them from her room. Mom gave me a big hug, and I think we went out to dinner that night...although we were also going out to celebrate the competition going so well.
Personally, I was very well prepared, so it really didn't phase me that much that my period had started. And what would I have liked to have happen? Well, unfortunately that whole "dancing sky-clad under a full moon" thing isn't really that popular anymore...but I always thought that would be a really cool tribute to entering a new phase in your life where your body is prepared to bear children.
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I was 13, and very aware (and very unhappy) about what was happening. I was in Colorado on a ski vacation with my family, and we were coming back that day. In the morning before we left the hotel, I noticed a tiny amount of blood.
"Oh, no," I thought. "I don't want to deal with bleeding every month from now on! Well, maybe if I ignore it it will go away. Maybe it's just a cut. It could be a cut, couldn't it? I probably just scratched myself. I'm just going to ignore it and hope it goes away."
As you can tell, I was not exactly pleased.
Several hours later, my parents and I were on the road (going back home involved a three hour car trip, and then a plane) and we stopped somewhere for snacks. I went to the bathroom to go check and see if my "scratch" had healed. Much to my dismay, there was a little bit more blood upon checking. I faced up to the facts and decided it was time to tell my mother.
I stammered out something about finding blood in my underwear, and she bought me a pad from one of the bathroom vending machines. I told her not to make a big deal out of it and she told me she wouldn't. This was accompanied by an innocent look that made me think she was thinking of making a fuss over it. I gave her a dubious look and went to put on the pad; as is the norm for vending machine pads, it felt like I was wearing a diaper. When we got back home, she gave me several of her pads, and then went out and bought me a few bags for me. As I had requested earlier, no fuss was made.
Ultimately, the experience was not nearly as horrible as I'd feared it would be (I'd been dreading menstruation ever since I'd found out about it). This isn't to say that I enjoyed it or that it was perfect, but there are plenty of worse ways to get one's first period.
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I remember first learning about it, and really wanting to get my first period. I was actually excited. Then, a few months before I got it, I changed my mind and decided I didn't want it anymore.
I was in school, and I went to the bathroom and noticed a bit of blood. I kind of ignored it til I got home, then stole one of my mother's pads. I did this for a couple of days, then I told her. I was sort of uncomfortable telling her, though I can't remember why. We didn't really celebrate, she just gave me a hug after I begged her not to tell daddy, lol.
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i, amongst most of my friends, got it in fourth grade...we were just sort of...racing to see who would get it first. hehe...maria had gotten it when we were in 2nd...which was really early..then christina..then amanda...and me a few days after amanda...then brie...hehe...we all had eachother which was a good thing...we were all really educated on it! "oooo i can't waiiit to get mine!"
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I *think* I was 13. I said, "Hey mom, I'm bleeding" and she said "Okay, get a pad from under the sink"
And periods were not discussed between us until almost 6 years later, when we found out I wouldn't be having any more for a while.
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My mother saw blood on the toilet, and she wasn't on her period, so she knew it must be mine- it seems that I managed to miss it completely while I was on the loo. Anyway, she asked me to check, and sure enough I had my period.
Strangely enough, I was incredibly shocked- I had known about menstruation for as long as I could remember- my mother didn't try to keep it a secret- and I'd known for a while that it would happen soon- my mother had told me about a year prior to that that she thought it would be any day. But when it actually happened, it was like a kick in the stomach.
We didn't do anything to mark the occaision- at that stage I would have been too embarrassed. All I did was ring up my older sister to tell her that it happened.
Me and all my friends were really looking forward to being a 'real' teenager, and I some how expected that once I finally got it I would be so happy and proud and self-assured and never have a really bad day because "I may have gotten a bad grade on that test and forgotten my lunch, but I'm sexually mature so it's still a great day!" But the thrill only lasted a couple of hours.
In my family we basically pretended that anything to do with maturing, sexuality, religion...pretty much anything controversial pretty much didn't exist, so I felt like mom might get mad at me for being 'uppity' or something so I never told her. I learned to make toilet paper work for me, but it wouldn't stay in place when I had to move a lot so I kept blood-stained underwear to wear during my period so I wasn't constantly ruining other pairs. Had to hand-wash them myself when no one was home.
Now I'm 19 and we still haven't ever acknowledged that I get my period or use deodorant. I went to such lengths as shaving my legs with a pocket knife and a palm-full of mom's hand lotion. It actually works okay and pocket knives stay sharper so much longer than razors, but as soon as I turned 16 I offered to do the grocery shopping so I could purchase real products for myself. You can STILL cut the tension in the air with a knife when a tampon commercial come on, and I'm 19.
My first period came sometime in December 1989 - I was 11 and a half back then. Went into my moms book shop after a rehearsal for my classs Christmas play, went to the loo, and there was the blood. I knew all about periods, so I wasn't shocked but instead rather happy. Most girls in my class were a year older than me and had started their periods already, so I felt grown up when I discovered the bloody spot in my undies. Told my mom straight away, who was kinda freaked because I was so young and she was rather uncomfy with it all (as with most sex ed). She told me to use the pads that were in the bathroom cupboard at home, gave me a hug and told me I was growing up now. And she told my dad, who didn't know whether to congratulate me or whatever. *lol*
In all, I wish my mom wouldn't have been so self-conscious about it all, she was (and still is) really uncomfy with my *sexuality* (in the widest sense of the word) and when I got a lot of period trouble, I never ever dared to ask her whether I couldn't go to the doc. I was secretive about my period, because she was, too - I even bought all my supplies myself from my second period on.
In general, I think I would have enjoyed a little celebration. Some more openess and all would have been lovely. At Gladrags (I think it's there) they have really cool Period Packs for young girls, with reusable pads and natural tampons and a book on periods, and I would have really liked that sort of a pressie, to value my first period. I think when I have a daughter, I'd like to have a little celebration, if she's comfortable with it (which I hope she would be, because I hope I can raise any daughter I might have to be in tune with her body and her femaleness).
Dancing under the moon surely sounds fab.
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I'm a rather secretive gal, and I hid my period from my mom for a long time. About 3/4 of a year! During my long denial, I used makeshift reusable pads the occasional swiped pad of my mom's and... toilet paper... I was too cheap to buy my own, and I couldn't have my pads in the garbage where she'd see them! I hid my stained underwear in a box and snuck out to the curb to put them in the garbage before the truck came. As you can see, it was quite an intricate deception.
My mom eventually found out-- I finally slipped up. She asked me if I got my period, I said yes, she gave me a pad and that was that. No further discussion, to my relief.
My mother told me everything about getting my period at age 9. No ifs ands or buts. She was making me lunch, and I was sitting on the kitchen counter, and we started talking. She told me that I was about the right age to hear about it, and then told me everything she knew. That was quite a bit, actually, because she was a high school phys. ed. teacher at the time. She wanted to tell me then because her mother hadn't told either of her daughters anything before my aunt got her period at age 9 and thought she was dying.
The next year, I started. I went to the bathroom to get ready for school. I noticed a spot of blood on my underwear, and immediately went to my room to get a new pair. I put on a pad and called for my mom. She came upstairs, I told her what happened, and she gave me a hug and a kiss and special chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. Later in the day, I got the first of a 6 year series of incredibly horrid menstrual cramps. Whee...
I'd always assumed when I was younger that when I got my period it would be this big, monumental experience that would enlighten me as to being a full-fledged WOMAN.
I got mine when I was thirteen and was in science class. All of a sudden my tummy cramped up and I was so sore. So I rushed to the bathroom and found out what was going on and basically started cursing the world for crappy timing. Luckily one of my friends had seen me bolt and came to check up on me to see that I was okay. She was also "prepared" and provided me with the necessary utensils.
When I got home I tried to reflect on the experience, but nothing had changed and I was still as dorky and naive as I used to be.
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My mom made it out to be a horrible thing, full of cramps, and basically a week-long nucience. (sp) We never talked about it except for how I was lucky I hadn't gotten it yet.
So when I was 14 I went to the bathroom one day and saw blood all over my underwear. I screamed for my mom and said, "Tell me this isn't what I think it is!" She gave me a little smile and said "Yup. It is." and went to get me a pad.
So she didn't make a big deal out of it or anything, just told me a few tiops for using tampons and we left it at that. Even now, we never talk about it, except she askes me every month if I've gotten it.
Oh well, it wasn't overly traumatic, and it certainly isn't one of my fav things, but it could have been worse!
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As I mentioned above, I think I was secretive about my period because my mom was secretive about hers. I simply learned this was the appropriate behavior. Iím not quite sure though, as to why I was ashamedÖ.maybe because it was blood. Blood that happened to come out of *me*! (gasp!). Blood that came out of my vagina (gasp! again) Blood that meant I was able to get pregnant Ė and as sexuality, and reproduction and all were quite taboo in our household, I simply transferred it to my menstruation in my 11 year old mind. Iím quite sure my parents never intended it to be this way Ė I think they wanted to raise us really openly but didnít manage that because they never learned it themselves, especially my mom.
In general, the first time I ever heard about menstruation I didnít want to believe that all women were bleeding every month for a big chunk of their lives! And when I started to menstruate, I never ever realized that not only my mom but almost every woman in the world menstruates (or has menstruated) and that itís perfectly normal and definitely nothing to be ashamed about. Ė And that my mom would hence probably understand my worries, having been through the same. I was very secretive about all other things puberty did to me, too. In general, I must say that I was really insecure about everything surrounding my body back then Ė I was just so awkward. Ė I never dared to ask my mom to get me bras either (I bought them myself instead) or whether that pubic hair growth was normal or whatever, so it wasnít only periods. We never discussed birth control or really discussed my choice of partners. Or anything that marked I was growing up.
When my period went wacky (well, it was always wacky, rather when I realized it wasnít supposed to be like that), I would have wished I could talk about it all with her. Trouble was, when I finally went to the doc (without her knowing and mainly to get the pill) and got the diagnosis of several large ovarian cysts (even though that later turned out to be a misdiagnosis) I not only had to tell her that I had been to the doc and had wanted the pill, but also that I would definitely need an op soon and that I had been having trouble for years. Talk about bad surprises. Thing was, I was also worried that if Iíd mention period probs, she would recommend to go to her gyno, who isÖ..our next door neighbour. Which was a horrible prospect for me at 15/16/17! (He still wouldnít be the gyno of my choice, but thatís another story, really).
These days, my period (even though I donít have a period but the pill induced *withdrawal bleed* *lol*) is just something about my body that I have accepted and that is part of my womanhood. Itís not icky, itís not strange, itís not weird. It doesnít interfere with my life (unless I have a particularly crampy month) or sex life much at all. I am rather pragmatic about it, and all my partners never had trouble with my period (and me on my period) either. And to make up for all that annoying secretiveness in my teens, I am now super open about it Ė why hide the tampon boxes or my pill in the bathroom when someone comes over (I know people who do that!)? Why not tell a friend the real reason you havenít slept very well last night? These days, when Iím crabby because of cramps, I definitely make a point in letting good friends know why. *lol*
No more shamefulness, itís just periods, and I still think they should be somehow celebrated Ė after all, itís thanks to the mysterious thing that our cycle is that we can have children. And thatís something I find really fascinating and magical.
Well, it was in Novemeber of 1996 I was in 6th grade, and it was a snow day (boy I remember it ALL baby) and I was going to go to the bathroom and my sister walks in the door while I am pulling down my pants (what a wonderful gal, never knocks, just barges in) and I saw *stuff* in my undies and Im like whats this. So my sister yells to my mom, "Mom ERICA GOT HER PERIOD." Im like yell it a little louder I dont think that Hong Kong heard it.
So I came out of the bathroom and my mom gives me a big ol' huggies and she said Im sorry but I have to go to work, she said if she didnt have to she would have stayed home and we would have talked all day and ate a lot. It was nothing big, a little before my mom went to work my dad called and mom told my dad I got my period.
Nothing spectacular. But I will never forget what happend.
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Well, I have always been secretive about everything, including bodily changes. I was embarrassed about my mom noticing my breasts, or armpit hair.
But I was also embarrassed about her seeing my artwork, writing, music-- anything. I'm just very private around her. I hid the nature of my relationship with my boyfriend from her for quite a while, too, and I still want her to think that all we do is hug.
I think it has something to do with my desire to be the perfect daughter. In my eyes, a perfect daughter was one who didn't grow up too fast. One who didn't drink or smoke or wear makeup or think much about boys-- or girls. One who got good marks and was talented (though I could never show her my work, for fear it was less than she expected of me).
This makes my mom sound so old-fashioned. Actually, she's pretty cool. So these expectations were coming from myself, or somewhere else, not her.
And that's my self-analysis of the night
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Since someone else just asked in ICQ, I'll go ahead and share my sordid tale.
It starts like this:
Heather Life Lesson #465: When you want to get your first period, wear white jeans and finally get to talk to the boy at school you have an incredible crush on.
I was 11, I was wearing a rare pair of white pants that were actually new, not the usual hand-me-downs from my aunt. It was after school, and I had FINALLY gotten the attention of the boy in school I liked the most (the epilogue on that later).
In the middle of this conversation where I was already nervous as heck and sweating buckets, I was laughing at a joke he made (that probably wasn't even very funny) and bent over in laughter only to notice that right down the leg of my white jeans was an incredibly large red stain.
I very quickly stood up, and moved my schoolbooks in front of my crotch and tried to regain my already barely-there composure. I spied the girls bathroom from the corner of my eye down the hall, and plotted my coordinates very intricately. Seeing my course of action, I slyly attempted to move the conversation down the hall by walking, making sure I kept his eyes on my face by incessantly talking. When I finally hit the bathroom, I said I had to go and flipped around fast and pushed it open with my butt so he wouldn't see.
I then proceeded to die of embarassment in private and had the fine pleasure of jimmying the old pad machine in the bathroom which contained the sort with the elastic belt (which my mother also favored). I did the darn thing as best I could, lopped a sweater around my hips, then climbed out the window and ran all the way home.
I kid you not. When I got home, I told my mother about it (we had had the discussion about what to expect about six months before) and it was pretty much a non-issue with no fanfare. I did call my dad a few weeks later, and he was a real peach about it.
I also had to explain to the boy the next day that I just HAD to see if I could actually get out of school from the bathroom window, because gym class just got really trying at times, and I wanted to be sure that if it ever got really unbearable, I could indeed escape. I don't know if he bought it, but I felt I was convincing.
The epliogue goes like this: I did actually date that boy as my first "real" boyfriend for a coupe, years after that until he moved. And to my knowledge, he never knew what happened that day. HOWEVER, over ten years later, after losing touch, he moved back to my city and had a swanky government legal job and tracked me down and asked me to dinner.
I accepted, and we had a really fun evening until he decided to try and drink me under the table and was the one who ended up on the floor. I had to drive him to my place in his car, and after attempting very clumsily to go where one could not go with one's junior high girlfriend (who was no longer interested, thank you), he passed out on my couch.
For two days. Solid. Gone.
I had to drag him out (and he was six feet tall, and I'm 5'3) to his car and just leave him there eventually. A day later, his car was gone, and he called in a very humble apology a week later. And while it might have been nice to have had an -- ahem -- more dignified summation of the whole affair, I did feel a bit vindicated in the embarassment department.
My first period was just last year (2000) .. I'm 15 and I have a small body so I thought I'd get it like way later but I guess I didn't. Anyways, it was the day before Thanksgiving and I was changing in gym and felt a gush *laughs* I didn't even think to realize it was my period and then once I got home, of course there was a stain and my grandparents were visiting and helping my mom get ready for the dinner for thanksgiving the next day. I was in the bathroom and I was all, "Mom? Um... can you come here a sec?" She came in and I was all, "I started!" She gave me a huge cry and tears were almost coming out of eyes.. its like, geez, its just a period mom! So yeah I haven't had many periods since then because it wasn't long ago. I'm late tho..
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The first time I got my period was in July 1999, the day before Nostradamus predicted the world would end. It was also the day before I left for boarding school far from home...pretty symbolic of my growing up don't you think?
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Oh yeah, Heather, surely sounds like you're even. *lol*
And Winnie, yes, very sympbolic! Good timing, girly!
The funniest of all first period stories comes from my best friend, btw. When she first got her period, her mom (biology teacher) recommended she should try tampons straight away (non applicator, I might add, which most tampons over here are). So she tried that. Which probably wasn't the best idea, because her flow was still very very very light. And the tampon got stuck half way. Halfway in, I mean. And it simply didn't want to move. Neither further in or further out. In no direction. And all those of us who know how *poky* a tampon can get when it's not inserted properly and when it's too dry will, understand that that wasn't the most pleasureable thing in the world. So my friend, 12 years old, panicky and alone in the bathroom screamed for her mom, who then screamed for the dad (who's a doc).
They decided the best way to get the stuck tampon out of the girl was to have her sit in the bathtub to let the tampon soak full with water. So she sat in the tub, under the supervision of her rents, who discussed what to do if he tampon didn't come out. It soaked full though and was then easily removed. But it took my friend a few months before she dared to go the tampon road again. Just imagining her sitting in the tub, her parents around, discussing what to do, cracks me up, completely. Even though I feel sorry, to.
In all, she wasn't traumatized though, in fact she laughs hysterically when she tells someone this story these days.
And please - this doesn't serve the purpose to scare anyone in regard to tampons! Just start out on a heavy day.
hey. Well i got my period last yr a couple of weeks after my birthday. It was a weekend and i was about to have my first date with my new bf so i was pretty peeved but it was ok and it was really light and only lasted for a couple of day and i dont get cramps or ne thing. The next month i made up for it though i was really heavy like leaking through super tampons and with a super pad on i still stained my undies cause i just leak out the sides of pads that was horrible. all groos and my cousins were over at the time and i was really bitchy to them When i got it though mum got me a t shirt and a bra.... like period presents she got them for my sister too when she got hers. i got them the last out of all of my friends so i knew wat to expect and it was nothing big. I didnt feel n e more grown up its just sumthing that happens and i never intend to grow up cause i have too much fun being a kid Yeah well there are my thoughts on the topic. Oh yeah my mum had also like told m e everything there is to know and so had my friends and health teachers and was getting a bit sick of the whole subject. yeah well ok then Claire
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My first period... hmm... it was December 21, 1999. It was the day I got my kitten. And I guess I had it most of the day, but it was light and wasn't blood red, more of a brown. I thought it was just darker discharge so I didn't even put on a pantyliner. Then, later at night, I felt something wet in my pants, and I obviously hadn't peed my pants. So I went to the bathroom and noticed that this light brown discharge had turned into dark red discharge. But I still wasn't sure it was my period so I changed my underwear and went to ask my mom. I was like "Um... Mom... I think I got my period but I'm not sure..." LoL.
I was REALLY self-concious about it in the beginning. I didn't even tell my best friend for like 3 months, because I felt wierd. And at school I wouldn't change my pad unless there was no one else in the bathroom. But now I just like talk about it freely and change my pad when all the stall sin the bathroom are full. I figure, hey, everyone's got to have it someday. But I'm still the only one of my friends who have it and I'm almost 14.
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When I was little, I REALLY wanted to get my period. I would be a WOMAN. And my best friend got it in third or fourth grade, and also had breasts by then, so I felt kinda inferior to her, to be honest. And I went through about five more years without getting it. At one point I thought, "Maybe I could fool my mom by coloring my underwear! I could use ketchup!" (HONEST...*giggle*) As I said, I really wanted it. Plus, I felt like my mom would treat me as more of an adult at that point. But by the time I got sex ed and I had thought about it a bit, I realized it'd be a huge pain. I already had a lot of stomach problems (extremely long story) which started when I was 12 so I thought, with those, I'd probably gnaw my own uterus out if I started to have monthly cramps (and hey, I've been ready to attempt it since, I'm just not that flexible.
I think I was about 14. It was pretty embarrassing because when it started I was out with my dad, and we were wandering around in a computer store taking our time and I thought, "Did I just feel a drip? Great. It'd be really nice luck for me to GET MY PERIOD while I'm WITH MY FATHER and I won't be home till 9 PM or something."
But I thought, "Why would it start randomly like that? Come on, I've been waiting for this for six years already, it probably isn't actually here." But oh, it was. Man, it was really heavy, and when I got home I went straight into the bathroom, waited till I heard my dad leave, and then had this dilemma: it's really late, my stepdad's home already, and here I am getting ready to check for my period. Great.
So I just bit the bullet and sat down on the toilet and my underwear was BLACK. I have really heavy periods when I am not on the pill, so now I'm used to it, but at the time it was like, "Oh boy, not only do I have this horrible thing, but it looks like I crapped my pants, I've ruined my jeans, AND it's obviously making up for lost time! God, I hate this!" So I literally started to scream, "OH MY GOD NOOOOOOOOO!" and then my poor little brother (4) came running downstairs and asked me if I was okay and I said, "Get mom, okay? DON'T COME IN HERE," (because my little brother has this bad barging-in problem...) and he was like, "Okay, okay," and called my mom and my stepdad was all, "What's going on?" and then my little brother said, "Erin wants me to go get Mom and we're not supposed to go in there," so my stepdad was like, "What the hell? Ohhhh. Wow. Okay, I think you better go get Mom." So he did. While I'm gritting my teeth at my bad fortune.
So my mom came in and I was like, "Look at it, oh my GOD." and my mom was like, "Yeah? You're surprised? Welcome to being a woman, you get to deal with this all the time now." And I was like, "But it sucks!" and she said, "Yeah, it does. Too bad." I was pretty pissed off, and only after telling me THAT she said, "But, wow, you've become a WOMAN." I was like, "Yeah, so what, it's horrible," and I was really stressed out. She agreed with me and said it was pretty overrateed and got me some pads. And of course only then did I realize I had cramps bad enough that I was leaning over to ease them. Whee!
My little sister got her period one weekend when I was home from college, and my mom kept saying, "Do you want to tell Erin the good news?" and she said, "NO!" But of course I could tell because my sis was stealing all my pads and leaving the wrappers everywhere on the floor! I've been considering sending her some reusables for a while now...
I remember the first time I got really bad cramps. It was one of the weekends I stayed out of the boarding school. There was a christening on at the hamilton church, which had a branch in Cavendish (where I was). Because of the christening hardly anyone was at that church, and I distinctly remember sitting in the front pew of the tiny church, just below the podium. I wore a pained smile for most of the service, and no one was gladder then me when it was over, I promise you.
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Posts: 465 | From: Canberra, ACT, Australia | Registered: Jan 2001
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I was 13 when i got my period. I remember i was at the Diabetic Education Resourse Center(i have type 1 diabetes) and my docter was talking to my parents and me about...oddly enough...my period. I asked to go to the bathroom, and lo and behold, i had gotten it right there, talking to my docter. But i was one of the krazy ones who didn't tell my mom for a while. I guess i thought it was weird to talk to my mom about that back then, even though i did tell my friends. Eventually, it did get out, but it wasn't as big a deal as i thought.
I would have rather told her right away, but i wouldn't have wanted a big fuss over it. I don't have a sister, just 2 brothers, and i think it would have been too weird.
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i got mine when i was 12Ĺ, right when i got home from school. and i was so pissed off about it i was screaming every expletive that came to mind. i think i used the words "dammit" the most. i was kinda hoping i'd be like my mum and not be visited by "Aunt Flo" until i was 17. to this day, i find my period to be an annoying inconvenience.
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Posts: 12677 | From: Los Angeles, CA ... somewhere off the 10 | Registered: Jul 2000
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One of my best friends always called it that (sadly, we've fallen out of touch), and I adopted that name for it until I realized that she and I were the only ones using that term, and apparently no one can make the Flo[w] connection. But at last, I am not alone!
Calling it "that monthly female thing" was getting annoying...
I got my period when I was in Gd. 6, so I was 11. It was morning and I went to the bathroom and there was a little bit of blood. I didn't think anything of it and I wasn't sure if it was it, so I put in a pad (my mum had bought me some a long time before and I'd been carrying one just in case for about a year) and went to breakfast. I ahd to aknowledge that I really had my period after breakfast so I told my mum. I think that she congratulated me and then I went off to school. That night she and my dad gave me a crystal pendant to symbolise becoming a womean. It was really nice! It made me feel special! My mum had prepared me for my period so it wasn't a big trauma or anything, I thought it was exciting.
My funniest period story comes from my mum. It's abuot the time she first tried to use a tampon. She told it to me before she taught me to put in a tampon. She was so nervous when she tried that she held her breath and passed out. She told me that the most important thing was to remember to breathe and to relax!
I'm now pretty open about my period, it does tend to explain a lot of my moods, so I've become more in tune with where my body is.
lemme see, i started my period when I was 12. It was during the summer and it was really hot, so I was just mooching around the house, when I noticed something a little weird. I waited till my mom was taking a shower, then I looked in my underwear and there was this weird spot of blodd. I quietly said a couple swear words (several friends complained about the cramps) and ran downstairs and grabbed some pads. I kept sneakily hiding the used pads and wrappers in toilet paper, and washed that pair underwear in the shower. Finally about a month later, my mom found a pair of underwear and called me to the laundry room. She proceeded to lecture me about the female body and what happened every month, and it was really embarressing to me. There wasn;t any celebration or anything...I really would like to have had one. Oh well.
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Hey, I got my first period in July 1999....I actually remember the precise date: 9th July 1999.
But anywayz, I'd just got off the computer, it was around five, my dad was in the garden and I decided to have a shower...I'd read about the reproductive system, learnt it, and about periods, but nothing prepared for the shock I saw when I was undressing....
My first thought was: "Oh hell, I'm sick. I've got cancer!" And then I started running around the house, holding my undies in the air with one hand, and holding a towel around me with another, screaming, "Dad! Dad! Dad!"
I ran into the garden, crying, in full view of the neighbours (and I live in a neighbourhood which is pretty conservative - to an extent) and yelled, "Dad! Get me to a doctor! I got cancer!" and I shoved the bloody undies in his face.
And then he smiled and said, "Don't panic. You've just had your period."
Looking back, I wonder why I didn't come to the conclusion I was sick instead of the one that I had had my period...I knew it'd happen soon...gosh, that was a very embarassing way to become a woman
I got mine in october last year. Nothing special happend no celebrations or anything! The first time i got my period it was really heavey and then it was 10 weeks late!!! Then i got it in januray and it was really light ! And now it's 8 weeks late! Crazy body of mine!
Posts: 6 | From: Alice Springs | Registered: Apr 2001
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I first got my period in school. I got sooo scared when I saw blood-I thought I was bleeding, ot I'm gonna die! LOL!! I was also really worried about it leaking, cuz I was wearing white jeans. I had to use some paper towels I found, cuz I didn't have a pad. It was really unexpected. When I got home, I just told my mom, and she was like "oooo, I knew it would be sometime soon" and she hugged and kissed me I love my period!!! I feel soo good about having it, and it's not annoying to me. I just love it!!!
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oh yeah-I forgot this-you know how most of you guys have like a heavy period at night? Well, my period stops when I go to bed! It's heavy in the morning, when I wake up, it's strongest when I go to school, but around 2 hours after I come home, It's soo light! And I don't have it at all at night!!!!!! I'm happy about that, but isn't it kinda weird?
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Bgchick, it's probably because of gravity that your flow differs at different times of the day. When you're sleeping, you're lying flat, so a lot of blood simply stays inside of you instead of dripping out. When you stand up in the morning, all of the stuff that was inside of you falls down and out. By the time school's over, all of the blood from the previous night is flushed out of your system, so you're back to your regular flow, which is lighter in comparison to your regular flow plus what's built up during the night.
Posts: 266 | From: Portland, Oregon | Registered: Jul 2000
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I thought that gravity might be the reason. Thanx Lynne But then why do all my friends or realtives (women that is) "bleed" at night too? Could it be that it's different cuz most of them had their periods for longer time than me, and their periods are just havier than mine? That would make sense Posts: 37 | Registered: Jan 2001
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Yes, that would certainly make sense, Bgchick
Remember, everyones period is different. Also, your cycle will change every 5-7 years or so (I think, don't quote me on that lol) so maybe in a few years, you WILL bleed at night.
Gravity is defineatly the culprit! If you have a glass of water (resembling your uterus full of endometrium on it's way out) and you tip it upside down, what's gonna happen? The water will fall out !! Now turn the cup on it's side, and only some of the water comes out. When you go to sleep, your cup (or uterus) will fill w/ more water (or endometrium) and when you do get up in the morning (now class, turn your cup upside down lol), everything will fall out
Wow, I can't believe I missed this thread for so long.
I got it when I was 11 (and a half). I knew what was going on, and I knew I'd want to remember the date, so I wrote it down (I still have the notebook it's written in at home, which is good, 'cause I don't remember the date, just that it was mid-summer the year I was eleven). I never had more than mild cramps, so that wasn't a problem. I thought of it as a mild inconvenience...and an embarassment. I was another 'hider.' And the funny thing is, my mom and I have always been really close, and she'd read me the "What's Happening To My Body? Book for Girls" in full the year before, but I just wasn't comfortable telling her. Or anyone. I didn't want my little brother to tease me. I "borrowed" materials from my mom's bathroom and used toiletpaper and hid my underwear and only threw things out when I could tie them up in a bag and sneak them out to the big trashcan just before the garbage was going to go out. Mom only found out about 7 months later.
Mom was really hurt that I didn't tell her. I think it's still a disappointment for her. I wish I could go back and do it over. *starts tearing up*
Anyway... Personally, I think it was mostly because I didn't feel ready to be growing up, not at all, and I didn't want to accept it. That's also why I never started shaving or wearing a bra... I sure wasn't about to bring it up, and when my parents suggested them, I turned bright red and said I wasn't interested. Shaving was dropped, but the bra thing actually became an issue. My parents said that I really needed to wear a bra. They went so far as to ask my best friend's mom to take us to the mall so I could get a bra. My Auntie Jessica came over to visit and told me how my breasts would end up drooping down to my waist if I didn't wear a bra (doesn't that mostly happen only if you don't wear a bra when you're *nursing*?). It was so weird. These people all used to be hippies, you understand! It's one of the ONLY times I can ever remember my family pressuring me to be normal. My mom even said that if I didn't wear a bra to cover up my nipples that guys would think that I was "trying to tell them something." WTF! Anyway, the end result was that by the time I would have been comfortable with going shopping for a bar (when I was 12 or 13) I didn't want to look like I was giving in to everybody telling me what to do.
Now I just find them uncomfortable. AFAIC, they're only fit for dressing up and off-road biking.
But back to menstruation. I guess if me-now were to design an ideal menarche, it'd be something like this. Mom and I would have discussed it, not just in general, or what happened to other people, or what happened to her, like we did, but what I would do and should say and what she would do. And the other thing I wish I'd had was...stuff! A variety of different kinds of flow-catching devices to try. Information and equiptment for fertility charting (I'd probably have started when I was 13 or 14 if I'd known about it. Freak that I am.). Maybe a charming book or two...
My mom did give me, after a few months had passed, an article that she'd clipped many years before and discovered in the basement. It was a story in some magazine: "Snow White and the Seven Menstrual Dwarves." I might even still have it. It was pretty funny. Snow's mom asks the magic mirror if Snow is becoming womanly, and finally one day the mirror says yes... a maiden/mother/crone woman-figure (Grandmother Moon?) comes and talks to the mother about the new stage of life *she's* entering as she reaches menopause and her baby's reaching maturity, and Snow herself is visited by the seven dwarves... The had names like sleepy, creative, bitchy, crampy... and the last one was paraphenelia who brought pads and belts and things. Snow was rather distraught, but the dwarves explained what she was in for and that it was normal and that it was perfectly reasonable to take some time off during her "moon time." It was pretty cool...
This is an interesting board considering that I am twenty years old and have barely ever spoken about these topics. I received my period when I was thirteen and a half and it was December 23. I went to the bathroom that evening, saw a little bit of blood on my underwear, and promptly commenced trembling. In the span of about two minutes I convinced myself that I had simply hurt myself somehow and this was not really my period. My mother had spoken to me about sexuality issues about a year prior to this and I had sex education in sixth grade, but I refused to believe that I would ever grow up, I did not desire to be a woman and seemingly inherit all of the attendent responsibilities. I did not utilize any protection that evening and went to sleep attired in my underwear. My bed was slightly messy the following morning and I took my sheet to the bathroom before my parents woke up in order to clean it. I could not make it spotless and decided to hide the sheet, but I did not dress my bed in a new sheet. When my mom entered my room later that morning, she inquired where my sheet was and panicked, I replied that I didn't know. She asked if I had gotten my period and I repeatedly denied it, but eventually I became so anxious that I decided to say yes. My mom reminded me where her products resided and then left the room, leaving me wondering how I would ever be able to look her in the eyes again. I continued receiving my period for two years and then they stopped due to anorexia and remained gone for three and a half years. I was not pleased when they returned and I still tremble when it commences each month.
My 1st period was when I was 13+, during a vacation to Hong Kong. Needless to say, I was torally unprepared. I woke up one morning, staggered into the bathroom and found this GIGANTIC stain in my panties. And since I didn't know what to do, I sent my li'l sis to the room my parents were staying in to request for help -- URGENTLY! So while while my mum and dad were scouring alien territory for pads, I was busy cleaning my stained panties in my hotel room, with a wad of tissues stuffed up my panties. Man, was that uncomfortable!! Finally, my mum found a grocery store near the hotel we were staying in and bought a box of pads at a ridiculously high price. So anyway, that pretty much ruined my trip to Hong Kong -- I kept leaking during the tours and I had these terrible cramps! Actually it was quite a relieve when it came, I always felt kinda abnormal coz all my frenz had their period already. That sounds so dumb now... My mum made quite a big fuss outta it, went round telling everyone she knew as soon as we got back I'd got my period... I was kinda embarassed coz my even crush heard of it! So that's my 1st period... Posts: 3 | Registered: Apr 2001
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Great thread, guys! Some of the stories sound familiar. I happened to be eleven years old, and being the youngest in my grade, I had been expecting my period for a while. It was a Monday and I had bought new clothes the day before (oh, the memories!). Much to my relief, I discovered the telltale stain in the morning...somehow I had this mortal fear that I would receive a visit from the menstrual fairy at some inopportune time.
My mother came from a foreign country and her mother wasn't properly educated about menstruation, so my mom had to go through her first years post-menarche thinking that her period was an awful, shameful thing. After her unlucky experiences concerning the onset of puberty, she made sure that I would never lack correct information in that department. She was casual and helpful, but we definitely didn't consider celebrating--I don't think I would have enjoyed that.
When the blood started flowing, the cramps came into full swing, and the realization settled on me that this would go on more or less every month for years, you can imagine my joy! But I contented myself with visualizing a million horrific scenarios in which my first period *could* have occurred. I'm an imaginative gal.
Posts: 87 | From: bay area & new england | Registered: Apr 2001
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I, too, hid my period from my mother for about three months. I was in sixth grade and felt like I could handle it myself. I was the first of my friends to get it and I didn't tell any of them either. Finally, in November, I wrote a note to my Mom that basically said, "Mom, I had my (gigantic circle)." I couldn't even write out the word 'period'!! She told me that it was a Christmas gift. Anyway, my friends found out not to long after that when I was in the restroom at school with one of them and she heard the rustling of my pad wrapper and jokingly asked if I had my period. I had to tell her yes!
At one point, and this is pretty gross, I had to go to a pool party while I was having my period. My Mom made a really big deal about my using tampons and even called the party to see if I was ok. When I took the tampon out, I didn't know what to do with it, so I wrapped it in toilet paper just as I would a pad and put it in the garbage. Well, the rest of the people at the party found out about that and they all took a field trip to the bathroom to look at it!
I guess I wasn't really open with anyone about my period because when I was younger I was never really open with anyone about anything. Also, my mother was (and still is) incredibly old-fashioned about anything sexual. She only gave me the "birds and the bees" speech because my aunt was pregnant, even though by that time I was nine and knew how those things worked. Now I have problem being open about these sort of things with other people, but I am still uncomfortable around my Mom.
I got mine in 7th grade. One day after school I came home and was wondering why I felt so lousy, and why my stomach hurt so much, and I went to the bathroom and naturally figured it out. I was supposed to go to tennis practice that day, but because I felt so horrible I told my mom what had happened and I got to miss practice. I thought all would be fine until I was up all night with horrible cramps, throwing up in the bathroom. The next day was halloween, and I had to miss everything at school because I couldn't get out of bed. I hate getting my period. I hate everything about it. If I don't take advil or midol or whatever in time, I get horrible cramps. And half the time when I do take it, it still doesn't work. I had been getting my period for 6 months until I stopped puking every month. Now, I've had it for almost 2 years, but it's still really irregular and horrible and I never know when it's coming, but my mom won't let me go on birth control pills (which are supposed to regulate it, right?) because she thinks I'll use it to my advantage to have sex. Great.
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Posts: 120 | From: california...well, at least it sounds cool. | Registered: Apr 2001
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I had my first period when I was 9 exactly 1 month before my 10th B-Day. I just woke up one morning in the summer and discovered that there was blood all over the inside of my panties. I knew what it was, but I was totally embarassed by the whole thing and basically I was in shock because I thought I was way to young to get it. Finnally later that morning I got the courage to actually tell my mom. We didn't do anything special except my mom gave me the WHOLE birds n bees talk.
The bad news was that I was on a swim team and I had a BIG meet that night. I couldn't miss it for ANYTHING, not even my period. So my mom had to run out and get tampons. I thought they were totally disgusting, but I didn't have a choice. Anyways I got first place in 2 of my races, so I did good inspite of everything.
PS my mom took my out for dinner after the meet to celebrate my victory and of course the fact that I had become a woman.
I had seen the stupid "Your period" video at school the year before --which, given the fact that I began menstruating only months later, makes me believe that 4th grade is entirely too late to start sexual education. My school nurse (a complete psycho) explained the facts in such a haphazard and sugar-coated fashion that I really didn't get any of it. Thankfully, that afternoon after the video my mom explained menstruation to me in a totally non-sugar coated way. We had talked about menstruation some before that day, but that was the first time I ever really understood what was going on down there.
Anyway, I got my period when I was a little over 10 years old -- a few months after I had the menstruation talk with my mom. I was at a skating party in August, and really had to go to the bathroom bad. Mom took me home, and when I sat down on the toilet I noticed a lot of blood on my underwear. I called for Mom, and she brought me fresh underwear and taught me how to put on pads.
I cried a little bit after that -- I don't know why, I guess it was just a little emotional for me, being that young and starting to menstruate already. I had been told by my school nurse -- paragon of intelligence that she was *grin* -- that I probably wouldn't get my period until I was 13.
But all in all, I was pretty glad with how my first period turned out. My mom was awesome to me and didn't give me some "now you're a woman, so grow up" speech like some other parents I know. She did warn me about cramps and PMS though -- boy, was she right!
But don't think I hate my period -- I used to, but now I've sort of grown to accept it as a part of me. It's one of the few *completely* feminine things about me, which can be kind of secret and exciting once you think about it.
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