So when I was nine, I got my period. I was at a friends house and I just remember blood all over my panties and in the toilet. I think I put toilet paper in my panties, but it didn’t help much. I didn’t really know what menstruation was, and I thought it meant I was pregnant. Because of this, I threw away the soiled panties and didn’t tell my mom. Every month for half of fourth grade I would use toilet paper to try and stop the flow. Soon, my mom started asking where my favorite pants had gone, and I lied and said they were at my dads house, when really I had to throw them away because of the mess. Since I thought I was pregnant, I was confused when I didn’t start to grow a belly, and I thought maybe I had lost the baby or something. I soon became careless about throwing away soiled clothes, and one day my mom found some panties in the laundry. She called me into her room and asked me what it was. I kept on apologizing and asking if she was mad. Soon, she realized what was going on and told me I wasn’t pregnant and everything.
Thanks, mom.
TW: Messiness and Stupidity