I am fourteen years old, and have always been overwhelmingly well informed on sex, bodily functions and puberty, having grown up with a crass father, who shared his outrageously sexual sense of humor with me from a young age, a mother who disapproved greatly of such a young girl knowing so many adult things, whom I was desperate to displease, and six older cousins who took delight in teaching me everything their was about girly-bits, boy-bits, and the like.
I got my first period last October. I had just gotten home after a two hour drive, during which I had what I believed to be agonising stomach cramps and throbbing backache. I went to the toilet and found a small brown stain in my knickers. Despite my common sense and my profound knowledge of “what-vaginas-do”, it didn’t even occur to me that I had experienced my period.
I was, for two hours (before my mother corrected me) absolutely terrified and convinced I had bladder cancer.
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