Talking about your period on the internet seems to be the thing to do, so I thought I would join in on the fun!
For the boys that read (and I know now that I have at least a couple!) I apologize in advance for this girly topic.
I know all you girls are with me on this...back in elementary school (5th or 6th grade most likely) we all had that health class where you learned about the birds and the bees and a reaffirmation that babies do not in fact come from a stork or immaculate conception like jesus (I did have more than a few friends who really thought immaculate conception was possible at this age).
The whole class was awkward, there was a lot of giggling, and not much actual useful information was disseminated.
Anyway, health class (at least mine anyway) did not really go into the particulars of what a period would actually be like, just that we could expect some stomach cramps and some blood.
Totally did not seem that bad to me.
Flash forward to the sixth grade, about a year later. It happened. I finally became a woman.
Although, at the time, "becoming a woman" was not what I thought was happening.
You see, I thought that when I finally got my period, it would be exactly the size of...well...a period. Like at the end of a sentence. Just a drop.
All you ladies know of course, that it was definitely NOT the size of a period. More like the hoover dam had broken.
My childhood friend Megan was with me at the time in the bathroom, and lucky for my uninformed mind, she was under the same impression I was, that this was not normal. Something was wrong. I was possibly dying.
So then she had the genius idea that maybe I was internally bleeding or had ruptured my spleen playing on the jungle gym or something. I totally bought this. I was completely convinced that I was internally bleeding. Thinking that this was totally the case and I needed to go the hospital RIGHT AWAY, I ran back into my classroom yelling to my teacher that I was internally bleeding. Yes yelling. With a room full of students.
She was obviously concerned (at first) until I started explaining the particulars of the situation.
I was then taken to the nurse's office and my mother was called.
My mother laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world and then proceeded to tell me the truth about my period. Thanks for the loving support, Mom!
Let's just say that I did not live that humiliation down for the rest of the year. After all, not only did I run into the classroom yelling that I was internally bleeding with my blood soaked pants, but clearly Megan and I were the only ones who did not know that your period really wasn't a "period."