Every first-period story is different. The phenomenon may be the same but the experience is different – biologically, physically, culturally, and economically. We asked our followers/supporters for their first-period stories. Here are some of them –
When I got my first period, I had gone skateboarding with some friends. We were just chilling, I was sitting on a bench. I looked down, and lo and behold! There was blood everywhere – all over my pants. It was the most embarrassing day of my life. My friends still joke about it.
- The Protagonist
I got my first period when I was 11 years old. This was weird because it was early compared to everyone in my family, especially considering that my mom got her first period when she was in Grade 11, at about 16 years old. My grandma was fussing over my health.
Now, this may sound a little dramatic but this is exactly what happened when I entered the washroom: I stood in front of the mirror with the sink right in front of me. Like most people my age back then, I had no clue about menstruation. Yet, as I slowly started bleeding, I went outside the washroom and got myself a sanitary pad. Somehow, I just knew what to do and what was happening to me. I did not know the terminology, obviously, but it was like one of those movies where the protagonist just knows what to do.
- Too Much, Too Little
My story is simple. I knew about periods two months before I got mine. One day I went inside the bathroom and found red spots in my panties so I called my mom and told her. She then gave me a pad and taught me how to use it. However, because I didn’t have enough knowledge, I changed pads every hour or sometimes even less. I thought that I had to change it as soon as there was even a little blood. I was going through way too many pads before my mom told me what’s supposed to be happening. In my second cycle, I used only 3 pads! Can you imagine? I thought there shouldn’t be even a little white space, that I should change my pad only if it is completely red and overflowing. Now I know better, thanks to my mom who taught me the art of balance.
- Sleep Diarrhoea
I was 12. Luckily, it was a Saturday morning so I didn’t have to attend school. I woke up to go to the bathroom, pulled down my pretty light pink pyjamas, and found faded reddish-brown stains all over! I first thought that I had an odd condition like sleep diarrhoea – because no, I had no clue what menstruation was. I was embarrassed to call my mom and tell her, but I did. All she did was see my pyjamas, smile, and walk away. I was so confused and thought to myself, ‘What is this?!’ She came back with a pad and said, “You’re a woman now”. Thanks mom, but at the time, I had no idea what that was supposed to mean.
I was only 10 when I got my first period. I didn’t know what it was and was completely unprepared. I was confused the whole time. However, I didn’t feel alienated because I was clueless about what was happening. My parents are doctors and explained what menstruation was. I have always had a love-hate relationship with my period because it has almost always been terrible.
- Dad’s Eureka Moment
My first period was quite the horror story. I grew up in Sweden and had no idea there were any internal differences between females and males until the age of nine when I had a shocking revelation. I was sitting in my classroom when my lower abdomen cramped; I was sure that I was dying. I fell out of my chair and everyone looked at me in confusion. Excusing myself, I sat back up and felt like I had just peed myself. Unable to breathe from the painful cramps, I called my parents and asked if I was allowed to leave school as I felt sick.
When I came home, I realised that I had blood all over my underwear and I was sure I was dying. I told my father that I peed blood and he told me we had to go to the hospital. After we arrived in the waiting room, my father had the eureka moment. Having four older sisters, I don’t know what took him so long, but he leaned over and explained all about periods. I felt so relieved that what I experienced was normal.