Menstruation Part 1
...on my rags, got the monthlies, have my period, have a mouse in the house....
When I first got my period I cried. I had just turned 11. I knew all about it, and what it was, mum had explained everything and I was pretty well read, and we'd even practiced with a pad sticky inside my underpants. I thought I was completely cool about it, and when I went to the toilet and found blood on the toilet paper, I just calmly got a pad from the stash she had given me and attached the tape to my panties and went in to tell my mum.
When I got to her room, I opened my mouth and to my own surprise, I started crying. She rushed over to me and I could barely speak, but the panic on her face told me she was imagining much worse than the truth (I wasn't the kind of child to commonly burst into tears) so I forced myself to at least get out the words that I had gotten my period. She held me and said she was sorry, and she cried a little too. Even as I couldn't stop crying, I felt I was being stupid and I was annoyed at myself for upsetting my mum - I knew she would think I was upset about losing my childhood and that I was afraid of being 'a woman', when I really did accept it as an expected part of puberty. Especially as I already had the breasts coming and the hair growing, and my lust for men and all things sexual was already becoming a strong part of my life.
When I first got my period I cried. I had just turned 11. I knew all about it, and what it was, mum had explained everything and I was pretty well read, and we'd even practiced with a pad sticky inside my underpants. I thought I was completely cool about it, and when I went to the toilet and found blood on the toilet paper, I just calmly got a pad from the stash she had given me and attached the tape to my panties and went in to tell my mum.
When I got to her room, I opened my mouth and to my own surprise, I started crying. She rushed over to me and I could barely speak, but the panic on her face told me she was imagining much worse than the truth (I wasn't the kind of child to commonly burst into tears) so I forced myself to at least get out the words that I had gotten my period. She held me and said she was sorry, and she cried a little too. Even as I couldn't stop crying, I felt I was being stupid and I was annoyed at myself for upsetting my mum - I knew she would think I was upset about losing my childhood and that I was afraid of being 'a woman', when I really did accept it as an expected part of puberty. Especially as I already had the breasts coming and the hair growing, and my lust for men and all things sexual was already becoming a strong part of my life.