My first period was never anything special. I was just an 11 year old girl and it was just a spot of blood on my panties about the size of a quarter. no biggie but my mom wasn’t the kind of person to talk to me about something like that.
She just tells me that its my period hands me a pad and that was it. later on down the road I started hearing about how some moms would take their daughters out to eat or take them out for a pedicure to celebrate their period but I could’t see why to celebrate.
In my family I was the only girl in the house besides mom and talking about a subject like that was a topic we didn’t speak openly about. I kind of wish we did as I had no one to really talk to about something like that. I just tell her when I need supplies and she gets them on the shopping trips.
Mom was little if no help at all. I had one friend when I moved to this new city and before it happened she told me about her cramps she got with hers and she had a booklet. We talked about it a little and it sorta gave me an idea of what to expect but not 100% of it.
I kinda miss her.
By Jannie