I was well prepared for my first period. I don’t mean in school, although I was a good student as well. I mean that first time you menstruate. I had had sex education in fifth grade; I knew the parts and what they were supposed to do. I just had to wait until it happened. As luck would have it, I was wearing white shorts when it started. I wasn’t worried though, I was excited. I was a woman. I had supplies with me so there was just a rush to get them in place.

When I got home that day I called my mom to tell her the momentous news. Was she as excited as I was? I couldn’t really tell. READ MORE… »

I was raised by my grandma, and I adore her, but when it comes to periods she’s definitely “old fashion”. I guess you could say she warned me about my period in her own subtle way, but I got far more information from friends at school than I did from her. And to tell you the truth, I really didn’t want to hear “that information” coming from my grandmother, it mortified me! I was always (and still am) totally embarrassed to talk to her about anything period related, and I attribute these feelings to the way she always made anything related to the subject seem so taboo.

When I finally did start my period on Easter Sunday when I was eleven years old I didn’t tell her. I used toilet paper to absorb my blood until I had a chance to sneak off to the store and buy a box of pads with my own money. I did everything I could to hide my period from her. Believe it or not, I still to this day have not told her I started my period, although four children later I’m sure she’s figured it out! READ MORE… »

I don’t have kids but remember the 1st day of my period like it was yesterday. I was 11 and it was the first day of school…first day of 6th grade…1st day of moving from grade school to middle school. I started on the bus ride home that afternoon after school. I was a latch key kid and my mom worked full-time. I went to the bathroom…saw the “evidence” …and promptly freaked out and called my mom at work. Her boss let her come home early. She came into the house and hugged me and said thru tears “you’re a woman now!” LOL I will never forget her trying to show me how to use one of her tampons and finally giving up and going to the store down the street for some pads.

By Angela Lilly

 

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Our First Period stories are seldom told.

We share highlights from our childhood with our own children as they grow up, from the mischievous to the beautiful, from the mundane to the unparalleled. Moms may share their First Kiss story with their Teen girl, but a first menstrual story? Rarely…

my first periodHaving worked with woman and girls all over the world, I found that sharing these silent stories creates deep bonding, and has a rich healing effect on those who share, as well as on those who listen.

I encourage women to break the taboo, to give voice to their untold First Menstruation story, as the first step to releasing the negative residues they may be carrying form that time in their life, as well as the first step in becoming comfortable in welcoming their daughter into womanhood.

In the spirit of modeling, I would like to share my First period story with you.

I was about 12, and owned a book called “A Baby Comes into the World,” which was given to me by my Mom a few years earlier. Even though we looked at the detailed drawings of Female and Male anatomy, and she read the book to me more than once, when the day arrived — none of that, apparently, sank in. READ MORE… »

My first period came when I was 11 years old, I was the first of my friends to get my period and I was especially pleased with myself, as the flat-chested girl in a group of girls who had developed early and large, this meant I wasn’t going to be left behind. In fact getting my period first meant to me that I was the first to reach womanhood, my chest may have been flat but I had made up for that with womanly hips and womanly things going on between my hips.

It was after gym class…in the winter the girls changing rooms would flood, so we had to get changed in the gym itself, I distinctly remember suddenly feeling warm and more wet than usual. I knew this had to be my period, so I changed back into my uniform with my back to the wall so no one would see blood on my underwear, and I kept my gym shorts on under my skirt. Between class I nipped to the bathroom, sure enough a big bright-red splodge of blood in my underwear and all over the toilet paper when I wiped. We had lovely bathrooms in that school, but no sanitary product vending machines, and I had no supplies with me, so I wrapped toilet paper round my underwear and went to my last class of the day. READ MORE… »

By Carolyn West

I was 13 and wondering why my cousin who was six months younger than me had already gotten her period. While I was completely terrified of it, I still wondered what was wrong with me for not having it. While I was technically prepared, I knew WHAT was going to happen and I had a box of supplies under my bathroom sink, I was utterly unprepared emotionally. For anything.

At 13 I was still flat as a board. Not even tiny buds where breasts would grow. The only hair on my body was that at the top of my head. I was short for my age, the smallest one in all my classes since kindergarten. I was the only daughter in a house with brothers and a mother who didn’t share very much. I was alone. READ MORE… »

When I first got my period, I was 13 years old. I was sitting on my front porch with a close girl friend of mine and we were listening to music together, just hanging out. To be honest, I didn’t actually feel my period come. I noticed that it had arrived when I went to the washroom and yes, it had soaked right through my fashionable skin tight jean shorts that were light denim in color with pink roses painted on them. I felt completely humiliated and embarrassed and I READ MORE… »

Getting your period for the first time is one of those moments when you remember exactly where you were and what you were doing. I remember this day so vividly because I was looking SO forward to it for a very different reason. I was preparing to leave that afternoon for my first big trip away from my parents. Not only was I going away without them, I was going to a different country on a different continent for an entire month! My Grandparents were already in Ireland waiting for me to arrive and my Aunt was flying with me. I was so mortified that I had to deal with this on my own -I wouldn’t talk to anyone about it. My mom loaded up my luggage with what seemed like every size pad READ MORE… »

I’d say I was pretty young when I first started my period. I was only 8 years old, turning 9 in about two months. I remember the day vividly. I spent the day upstairs on New Year’s Eve while family and friends were over. I wasn’t in the mood to be bothered with everyone laughing and talking unnecessarily loud at all. I had been in a cranky mood all month and didn’t know why. In the midst of watching Purple Rain (my favorite movie), eating everything in sight, and crying before the sad part even happened, I had to go to the bathroom REALLY bad. I went, and as I wiped, I saw this “red stuff” on the toilet paper and some in my underwear. Being the naïve little girl I was, I simply thought it was fruit juice and went on about my day (yes, fruit juice – don’t judge me). After the movie finished, READ MORE… »

I have to start by saying that my mom and I are now best of friends and this is in no way criticism of the way she raised me it was a different time and talking about certain things were still taboo.
My First Period - Heather Lynne's StoryWhen I was a young girl there was no “talk” about your cycle or what to expect, actually I don’t think there was much talking about anything regarding our bodies.  I do remember my very forward-thinking mom buying me “Are You There God? It’s Me Margaret.”  But that was probably the only real “discussion” we had.
When my period came the only real information I had was the vague information from “health” class (in those days it was less information more ewww it’s yucky) and from my peers as well as the outdated information in the book from mom.
I was 11 or 12 when “aunt flo” came to visit the first time,  I know it was a bit scary and I was surprised when cramps and clots happened.  No one mentioned these exciting and fantastic things I got to discover on my own.
The usage of tampons and pads were awkward and I spent many days scrubbing stains that I wasn’t prepared for.  I knew that mom had a bucket under the sink for her icky things so I took her signal as this was the way it was SUPPOSED to be.
The whole period thing was disgusting, horrible and uncomfortable as I have fibroid cysts on my ovaries (making my cramps insufferable). READ MORE… »