Question of the day.

Hey people! πŸ™‚

Today I have a question for all the female readers of my blog which is the following:

How old were you when you got your first period? How did your family and friend react? Did anyone say anything weird?

My answer:

It was a little strange with me because from what I’d always heard from my endocrinologist, it was quite possible for me not to have period due to my pituitary not working quite as it should. So when all or almost all of the other girls in my boarding school group and class were already having period and for me nothing was really changing, at least apparently, I readily and happily assumed that I’m going to be spared and didn’t really care much about periods anymore, and my Mum also assumed I’m not going to have it so that’s better for me. Not that I ever did overly care about periods, it never seemed very creepy or shameful like it does to a lot of girls, I was quite aware of what it was from observing and hearing people and also my Mum talked a lot about it to me, at least what it feels like and what it means and what it’s like in theory, so I knew what to expect. There was a lot of taboo around things like this in my Mum’s family, my grandma is scared of even such words like vagina so Mum herself always wanted it to be clear with me and now with Sofi that, while it’s something extremely intimate, it’s not a taboo or anything shameful. So one day in April I was greeted to an extreme surprise when I woke up – I vaguely remember that I had some exam on that day or something… something to do with music school I believe – and felt all wet and sticky down there. I honestly was convinced it must be something else, just some other kind of discharge, but no! I was a little shocked to learn that it happened after all. But actually it wasn’t even that very late, I don’t remember how old I was exactly, but I couldn’t be older than 14 I guess. Luckily that first visit of Jack the Ripper/Butcher in my life was not particularly painful or intense, which changed quite soon afterwards, but still I think I was rather stressed about it and worried that I won’t be able to manage it well practically, because one thing my Mum didn’t do was that she didn’t show me or explain to me at all what I’m actually supposed to do when having a period, probably because she didn’t seriously think I’d have to bother with it in real life. And I didn’t like having to rely on the boarding school staff ffor assistance with my period hygiene at the beginnings. It took me quite some time, but luckily summer holidays came quite quickly after that so then I had less stress about it and could learn to put a pad in my underwear and not to make everything around messy while I was showering. πŸ˜€

I didn’t really tell that many people started having periods – my Mum knew, and the staff at the boarding school, and my roommates – and a couple of my close online friends, but I don’t think anyone of them said anything at all, let alone anything weird. Those of them who knew about my hormonal issues were only surprised that it actually happened, and as I said so was I.

How was it with you? πŸ™‚

17 thoughts on “Question of the day.”

  1. I was 13 when I started.
    I was very lucky it didn’t show through my clothes, but then it wasn’t a lot, as I wasn’t aware until just before going to bed.

    I was at my cousins for the night and I didn’t have a pad with me. But I knew my cousin had. So my cousin was the first to know and her hubby for eaves dropping. I heard her tick him off while because he was laughing like a schoolboy.
    I felt a little embarrassed, but at same time amused, because he was a grown mine laughing like a school boy. I certainly had him with that a little later.

    I told my mum over the phone next morning. I said, as my cousin said to put it, that I am a woman now. My cousin said your mum will know what you mean.
    I said it and mum didn’t have a clue what I was on about and all of a sudden I could sense a little panic, until I said, I have started my petiods mum.

    I didn’t have conversations anywhere else on the topic.

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  2. I was 13 and on a camping trip. My younger sister, who was in the tent with me, discovered it. I had absolutely no idea how to handle it and felt quite distressed. So happy for oral birth control now, which I’ve taken without the pill-free week ever since 2013 and so I don’t get periods at all now.

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  3. I was 12 or 13. They gave 5th grade girls a ‘special talk’ to which we were to bring our mothers. They went over what the period was, what would happen, and how it meant we were maturing. My mother was a very open sort of person about stuff like that, but I was pretty shocked when the signs showed up for me all the same. I didn’t tell anyone for a couple of days either, just raided my mother’s supplies and kept mum. I was glad too because when I finally told Ma, she blabbed it to my whole family (my father and my two brothers). I thought I’d die. She said “Oh you’re a WOMAN now” and I wanted to crawl in a hole. It was so embarrassing.

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    1. I believe it’s always a shock, no matter how open your mother or anyone else is about it and no matter how well you’re prepared, it’s different when it actually happens. But OMG it sounds so awful what your mother did!

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      1. My mother was older when I was born and my siblings, and she told me that in her day nobody talked about the period. So girls had no idea what the heck was happening and there was a lot of terror around it. Fortunately my mother had a big sister who told her what was going on, and helped her. Their mother (my grandma) wouldn’t have mentioned such a thing. It was NOT talked about, even among female members of the same family. Grandma apparently thought it was a shameful thing too. But she was a Pioneer girl. Pioneers didn’t talk about much stuff like that at all. I think that’s why my own mother was so much the other way – so open about sharing it.

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  4. I was twelve, almost-but-not-yet thirteen, in seventh grade. Oh my gosh. I had no idea what it was, but I wasn’t scared. I just thought, okay, whatever, I’ll roll with it. My second period lasted (as I recall) seventeen days. I don’t think my body was organized yet. Now I’m quite regular. My mom never prepared me nor gave me great advice. She was, being my mother, more likely to pull me aside and whisper, “You STINK! You know that, right? Do something about it.” And naturally, that would make me feel bad. I bled all over the place–in my ballet tights, through my pants at school, just everywhere. I had no guidance about how to prevent it. And one thing about my particular body–after the seventeen-day event, when my periods regulated, I started experiencing something that I now call my period’s regular hiatus: in the middle of my period, it disappears. As a middle school student, that fooled me time and time again into thinking my period was over, right? No, it’d come back in a day or two, and I’d be ill-prepared and I’d have to stuff my pants with toilet paper in the school bathroom.

    Then there was tampon learning. Mother wouldn’t let me swim in Granny Franny’s swimming pool with a pad–it had to be a tampon. Fair enough, but she refused to show me how to use them, instead choosing to lock me into the bathroom until I could learn it myself. (To get technical, I locked myself into the bathroom. I really wanted to go swimming. But the point is that I was on my own with it.) And guess what? I learned wrong. I studied the instructions carefully, but I assumed that the cardboard applicator was supposed to stay inside the body with the tampon. In retrospect, it’s a miracle I didn’t get toxic shock syndrome. For a few years, the applicator stayed in me whenever I’d wear a tampon. Then, one time I was running late to ballet class, our tampons had plastic applicators, and the tampon kept coming out, right? I couldn’t understand what was wrong, because I thought the applicator was supposed to stay in there as part of the tampon. I wound up missing that ballet class, which was probably for the best because I was having some heavy flow. But eventually, that helped me realize what I was doing wrong with tampons. God bless, is all I can say. My mother wasn’t watching out for me, but some higher force always has been.

    And one time, I had period all over Granny Franny’s bedsheets, and I felt so ashamed and guilty. But she was really nice and understanding about it. Score for an otherwise hard to get along with granny. Regardless, I still felt bad, so I spent all day listening to “Say it Isn’t So” by Hall and Oates. The song really jived with me that day.

    A few well-intentioned adults tried to teach me how to get blood out of pants. I was a total mess. I only took a bath about once a week or once every other week. And I was embarrassed about having a period, but my mother insisted that my dad be told about it. Like she couldn’t have even told him in secret, or something? He never would’ve mentioned it. No, that wasn’t her style. Of course, this is the same mother who routinely read my diary and tried to force me to get naked for her. She wasn’t a sexual abuser; sorry if I put that wrong. But she enjoyed knowing that I was humiliated by nudity, and she was always trying to force the issue. Like, “The bathtub is dripping water into the basement!” when I was in the tub as a young teenager. “Unlock the door right now and let me find out what’s going on! Don’t worry that you have no clothes on.”

    She never succeeded in getting me naked, though. At that point, I got dressed in five seconds flat before opening the door for her.

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    1. Oh dear, your mother sounds so horrific with all her humiliating ways, and what a great pity she didn’t even try to teach you about periods and you had to figure it all out on your own in such unpleasant or even dangerous ways.
      And wow, that’s so crazy that you have a hiatus mid-period, must be awfully disorientating and would definitely be for me not to know whether it’s finally fully over or not.

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