I got my first period when I was 9. I blame drinking hormone filled cows milk as a child. That day I had a friend sleeping over and I woke and went to the bathroom to find that my undies and pajamas and legs were covered. It looked like I had a murder in my pants. So I sat there screaming with the door locked and I wouldnt let anyone in. I knew where my mom kept her pads but they were far too large for me. Hers were 14 inches long and 2 inches thick. My friend called for my mom who went to the store to pick up some appropriate supplies. After that we had hot cocoa, ice cream, and made cookies so we could eat the cookie dough. I felt really awful that day, READ MORE… »
This is the story of my first period. I had my first period at age 11 and 1/2. One sunday morning I was making breakfast for my family around 6:30 am. The night before I was having cramps, I have had dischage since I was 10 and have to wear a bra or well you understand. So I was having cramps the night before. I was making oatmeal with water, I felt something wet so I thought it was water or discharge. READ MORE… »
I remember going to the bathroom after my mom’s dinner party and seeing pink on the tissue and thought oh no I’m dying, lol. My mom explained to me that this was what she told me during that birds and bees talk two years earlier would happen. It didn’t hurt much the first time but ever since then I think it’s trying to take me out! I was 13 and during the dinner party I thought I just had a tummy ache. My mom went in her room that night and cried because her little girl was growing up.
by CharliGurl
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When I first got my period, I was 11 years old and was at my father’s house for the weekend. I went to the bathroom and noticed blood on my panties. I started crying! My dad found out I was crying and asked what was wrong. I was too embarrassed to tell him and I knew it would be awkward for him. Instead I called my mom and she came to pick me up. She bought me icecream, magazines, and midol for cramps. I remember sleeping alot the first time and enjoyed the attention I got from my mom.
by Tillybean
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I was a late bloomer. At 15 years old, I had gotten breasts and was fairly tall, but I still hadn’t hit menarche. I was beginning to think I was infertile, and I would always clam up around girls at the lunch table talking about period woes. I was also jealous that I didn’t have that excuse to get out of swim class! I always thought I would wake up one morning, see the blood as I stepped into the shower, and look at myself in the mirror, feeling like a true woman. Instead, I got it in global history class the year I turned 15. I’d simply gone to the bathroom and saw a very small amount of blood. As excited as I was, I couldn’t show it. I didn’t want my young, attractive male history teacher to know! I stuffed a wad of toilet paper between my legs and ran back to class, unable to concentrate on anything else. I got home and got a lot more fanfare from my mother than expected. She took us all out to my favorite restaurant in my honor.
by Edyta Sloane
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Growing up I was the first to mature. I remember being teased in school because I wore a bra. My mom was a single mother and I was alone a lot. I had a good friend and her mom was always home. They were a very open family. It helped that when I was going through my first stages of puberty my friend welcomed a baby brother into her family. We asked numerous questions and she answered them wholeheartedly.
So when I experienced my first period my mother didn’t know. I told my friend and we put the pieces together. I borrowed pads from my mom, but she never mentioned they were gone.
About a year later she sat me down to have the talk because our school was going to be doing a “your body” talk and she didn’t want me to be surprised. When I told her I knew and had already started my period she looked shocked, but relieved too. We never mentioned it again.
By BoulderMoms
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My first period story takes place in the summer of 1964. I was a bubbly, active thirteen-year-old who was excited for the many summer activities of camping, swimming and picnics by the lake my family had planned. With the sun on my heels and warm wind in my hair, I knew this summer would be special.
But I didn’t realize it would be special in “that” kind of way…
I remember the day like yesterday, and rightly so, without it The DivaCup would never be the success it is today.
We had just moved to a growing neighborhood that had lots of kids. I was growing up with three brothers and I was a tomboy at heart. The freedom we had in those days was fantastic as we were outdoors from morning to night.
When I got my first period it was something I was not prepared for at all! I did not know too much about the menstrual cycle, had no access to the type of sustainable menstrual products we see today and the disposable products that were available in the 1960s were bulky, uncomfortable and messy.
On this “special” warm summer day, my family and I were just about to head out for a family picnic by the lake when, it happened. In a bit of a panic, I asked my mom about the blood in my underwear and she told me not to worry, it was just my period. She also told me that I would have to stay home and rest because young girls aren’t allowed to swim when they have their period. READ MORE… »
As a late bloomer (later than pretty much all my friends), I was more than “prepared” for my first period. Having a great relationship with my mom and 2 older sisters, I knew what to look for when my monthly visitor arrived. Though my period arrived later for me than my friends I very much appreciated that. While friends were changing tampons or sanitary napkins, I was still riding bikes and having fun. Not to say your period should end your childhood, it just changes the dynamic. Fortunately I learned from friends, mom & sisters, so when my menstrual cycle finally arrived, I was ready.
Know what to look for, ask your mom or sisters and do not be shy or embarrassed when it arrives. It is completely natural. Moms please talk with your daughters and leave that door open. So whether it is period talk, boy talk, physical (body) changes or problems at school, let them know that no matter what, you are there for them! Be the friend you always wished you had.
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I wanted to get my period so bad. Like all girls, I wondered when it would make it’s appearance. I was crazy enough to get into my moms stash of tampons (super plus ones ouch!) and practicing putting them in before my period ever began. I read the American Girl book, The Care and Keeping of YOU, over about a hundred times. I was so ready.
It was January 1, 2002 and I was turning 13 in a month. I was home alone, not at school because it was winter break. I was in my room organizing stuff when I felt an unusual wetness. I reached my hand down my pants to investigate. My fingers came back reddish brown color. My heart raced. I was so excited my period had come and greatly relieved it happened while I was home. I ran to the bathroom to wipe to make sure what I saw on my fingers really was what I thought it was. READ MORE… »
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. READ MORE… »