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Sophomore year of high school.

Found a spot, did my business. I didn’t offer an explanation, nobody else really said anything, and I was cripplingly embarrassed. Well, I’m a stupid idiot and wasn’t wearing underwear. We continued to walk home and nobody ever spoke of it again. Whenever hitting the ground right in our middle little group, it caught me off guard and made my fist relax, at which point the dirty tampon came flying out of my hand. With two guy friends and one girl. No big deal. I could secretly fish it out, it got to my ankle, and I bent down and acted like I was tying my shoe. I could feel this thing just traversing farther down my pant leg. Being the genius I am, I decided to conceal it in my clenched fist until the opportune moment when I could chuck it away. Well, with the squatting and peeing, it pushed my tampon out some. We decided to go hang out by the river. On our way home, we hiked up the riverbank, and I had to pee. One of my guy friends starts clowning around and accidentally bumped into my elbow.

We were standing in their kitchen, and I had just put a tampon in less than five minutes before.

At that point, I wretched, started to cry, and ld them I was sorry and had to run next door to my aunt’s house. Essentially, it happened… blood started running down both legs. The family cat came over and licked the blood off the floor. Now pay attention please. The blood was running so rapidly, it was now dripping off my foot and onto the kitchen floor.

Whenever sitting spread eagle at the allstar game when the crimson tide hit, our lower half uniforms were whitish, and there I was.

That weekend was amongst the worst weekends of my life. On the bus ride home, blood seeped all the way up my back almost white shorts, forming a lovely crimson river. No one had a pad, so I had my very first tampon experience in the school bathroom with the Grade 9 girls standing on the stall other side door, shouting instructions. My good friend finally looked over, grabbed me, and hauled me out of there. Later on the referee pulled me aside to let me know the string from the tampon was visible.

It was sixth grade and my third time having a period, and I knew when I bled it kinda felt like I was peeing.

While assuming blood little bit would fall to the pad below, I went to the bathroom and pulled down my pants was still standing up, and I felt like I had to pee, I assumed it was blood so I just let it out. I’m pretty sure I went around smelling like urine, even though it dried eventually. The next thing I know, the floor, my pants, and underwear were drenched with pee and blood. Considering the above said. I just taught myself to know I’m not peeing on myself, that I was just bleeding. Good times.

We had stopped for food at a little restaurant, and I excused myself to use the bathroom, to change my tampon.

I heard a noise, as my used tampon was sliding out. PortOPotty in the field, as soccer teams would use the field to play games. This is where it starts getting very entertaining. There was NO ilet paper, port O Potty with cleaning intentions myself and my whitish shorts. I braced myself to remove and replace my tampon while standing. Nonetheless, not one of my favorite moments. You should take it into account. Poison Ivy on the Vajayjay! Boy, did I pick the WRONG leaf. Midrun, I realized that something didn’t seem right. Lots of info can be found by going on the web. This situation made for one a hell interesting doctor’s appointment. With that said, we made eye contact… while my used tampon dangled from my hand between my legs. On p of this, sure enough, my period had started! In the stall, I discovered a disgusting ilet that I did not want to sit on.

This worked out for me pretty well until I went on a camp field trip to a waterpark at age 12 and become problem aware my lack of tampon use posed.

With shorts to hide it, my delusional, youthful solution was to wear a pad with my swimsuit. I became aware of two things that day. Eventually, it was all fun and games until I went on a particularly intense waterslide. When I got to the bottom I realized something was… missing.

I suddenly got rather… wet, when we were sitting in the restaurant.

I had to ask my mom to follow me to the bathroom for some advice, since I had no clue what was happening. While saying she would be happy to explain how to use the tampons, after my friend and I retreated to the bathroom, a woman from a nearby table entered. She then gave me a tampon and explained very loudly how I was supposed to use it. I’m sure you heard about this. Since she’s ‘half deaf’, I was forced to screamexplain to her what was happening, in a busy middle shopping street with people all around. Turns out I had gotten my first period. Considering the above said. She refused, not knowing what was really going on.

I generally try to schedule modeling gigs around my period, as a figure model. I started crying, Understandably, I got very upset when I noticed I was peeing blood. There was one occasion last year when Aunt Speck showed up early. About four hours in, the artist said. On p of this, the first time I got my period, I was in ShopRite. Heavy period. Make sure you after suggestions about it in the comment section. Being in the blood induced hysteria that I was, I misunderstood her and shouted. Notice that then had to cut down the string on each one so they wouldn’t show. Yes, that’s right! About 45 minutes before a sitting I ran to the store for tampons. Of course you’re losing the stuff that would feed a baby if you were pregnant through the stalls, This concerned my mom, of course, who then had to explain that it’s tally normal. The actual question is. SO I CAN NEVER HAVE A BABY? Laughter immediately started pouring in from the stall next to me, and that’s when I realized we weren’t alone in the bathroom.

Mine started at a really young age.

It was the first I got my period. Eventually, to p that p off, I was on the formation outside, walking down a ‘two mile’ street, playing a freaking instrument! Having a heavy flow myself, I was marching and the only feeling I felt was something wet flowing down my legs. Disney’s Notre Hunchback Dame. The blood just kept coming out like Niagara Falls, in front of everyone in the streets. The movie ended and the house lights came on and there on the seat and all over my yellowish shorts were puddles of blood! I didn’t want to leave because we only went to the theater once a year, we were sitting in the theater, and my stomach started to hurt so badly.

At one point, my tipsy boyfriend and I started getting a bit flirtatious, and after he had fallen on the floor he pulled me on p of him.

He hadn’t noticed the stain, so, in a panic, I immediately grabbed my girlfriend and dragged her into the kitchen to tell her what happened, my heart sank. She then grabbed a glass, filled it with a dark red wine, and in a drunken mishap spilled the wine on his shirt, right where the stain was. I noticed a very light red circular mark on his light gray shirt, when we both stood up. We stayed there for a few minutes, him laying on the floor and me sitting on his stomach.

I went to my guidance counselor’s office, and she was immediately sympathetic to my situation, as soon as I got back from the bathroom.

Hulk, I shoved that thing into my vagina… the wrong way. She handed me a tampon, and I went back to the bathroom. I thought I could handle it on my own since I was becoming a woman, she offered to call my mom to pick me up. Considering the above said. The thing was… I had no idea how tampons worked. The dangly string was pointing up inside me. Then, it was terribly uncomfortable and I had the worst time getting it out back out.

He started his descent, I tried to subtly hint that it wouldn’t be a good idea, when we were hooking up back at my place.

We turned on the lights, only to reveal what looked like a small murder scene, after we were through. So, he shrugged it off and went to wn anyway. He went to the bathroom to clean himself up while I stripped the bed. Actually, he backed off but then returned a little later. On p of that, it was all over my sheets, pillowcase, mattress pad, and his underwear. Props to him for calling me the next day.

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