I got my period for the first time when I was 10.
The night before, I remember that even the smell of dinner was making me feel sick, so my mom let me go up to my room and read instead. The next night, I went to the bathroom, and saw some brownish stuff on the bottom of my underwear, and for some reason I was convinced I was having blood in my poo and this was what it looked like (I had been reading about medicine side effects recently, and one of them was blood in the poo, which I thought sounded AWUL!) I called for my mom, terrified, but she explained that I wasn’t dying, or bleeding from my rear, it was just my period, and that that was probably why I hadn’t been hungry.
I then proceeded to skip a few months, and despite not having any weight gain, and not having any sexual contact, I was terrified that I had somehow become pregnant. I remember feeling relieved when it started again.
At first, my cramps were horrible. To the point of me being curled up in a ball every month on the bathroom floor, wishing I could just puke and get it over with, so that I could finally get on with my life. It was especially bad because I couldn’t figure out how to swallow pills until I was 16 and my girlfriend cornered me in front of a water fountain and wouldn’t let me out until I had taken them, and my teacher was really mean to people who were late. After that, they got progressively better, until I got the pill and barely felt them, and now on the patch I sometimes get cramps, but never enough to puke.
I hate it, simply because no matter what I’ve tried, none of the methods are comfortable…tampons, pads, you name it, they feel uncomfortable to me. But otherwise, I don’t mind it too much,
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