Ladies, do you remember getting your first period? Were you excited, nervous, scared, confused? For a lot of girls, starting their period is a pretty life changing event. Read four very different accounts here.
I got kind of lucky with my first period. First of all, I was a late bloomer so I wasn’t mortified when I finally got it at age 13. I knew what it was and pretty much all of my friends had already gotten theirs like two years before me. I kinda felt like a freak and was worrying that it would never happen so I was pretty excited when I finally saw the reddish-brown stain in my underwear. The only thing that ever really confused me was in Fourth Grade when we had our first Sex Ed lesson at school and I misinterpreted that once you started your period it was for the rest of your life and all grown women just bled out of their vaginas every day until they got old and it stopped. I don’t remember when I finally got it straightened out that it was a once a month thing … I think one of my friends told me. My mom was pretty tight-lipped about all things puberty related. My grandma, oddly enough, was the complete opposite, and I just happened to get my first period one Summer day when I was at my grandma’s house. I told her what happened and she took me to the store to buy pads and was just super cool about the whole thing. She even asked me if I wanted to get tampons. I looked at the complicated tampon thingies on the shelf in horror and declined. But all in all, it was a good experience. I finally felt like a big girl. I had my own box of pads, and I went to bed that night feeling pretty awesome. Needless to say, it didn’t take long for the initial excitement about having a period to wear off…
It was the summer of ‘96 and my body was ready. At 11 years old, I was already a C cup and had started shaving my legs like a grown ass woman. I vividly remember sitting on a hot pink leather bean bag in my sisters room, watching Saved By The Bell reruns (RIP). I got up to go to the bathroom, and that’s when the magic happened. I was low-key excited because having an older sister kinda prepares you for the inevitable. I remember I casually told my grandma, like NBD I’M A WOMAN NOW and she acted kind of annoyed lol. Turns out I was a silly naive fool for being excited because I spent the next 2 days curled up in agony praying for death. I am lucky that I had a heads up for what was coming and didn’t feel shock/horror when I got my first period, but it wasn’t until my late 20’s that I stopped being afraid or embarrassed to say the P word around men. Normalize menstruation every chance you get ladies!
I was raised by a single mom but once a month would spend the weekend with my dad. He lived in Des Moines, Iowa, which is about a 10 hour drive from Joplin, so we spent the weekends at my grandma’s house, which was only about 5 hours away. One weekend my Dad, Grandma, and three siblings piled in her R.V. to spend the weekend at a campground a few hours away from her house. It was the summer between 5th and 6th grade and tbh I was NOT expecting my period yet. And camping with my dad definitely wasn’t the ideal time to start. So, there I was in the campground bathroom stall hurrying to get out of there as soon as possible, when I see the blood on the tp. As terrified as I was I went ahead and told my grandma. She had no problem driving me to Wal-Mart to get pads, but I was still freaked out. I finished out the remainder of the weekend camping, using a campground bathroom, and getting used to what a pad feels like, and finally got home to my mom’s house where I told her what had happened.