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Re: How old were you? To MonicaFrom: Abby (anonymous@obgyn.net)Tue Nov 7 01:56:33 2006
Oh Monica when I read your reply I thought of how much you sounded just like me when I was in my teenage years. Every month when I had my period I was a familiar face in the guidance counselor's office waiting to go home because I had either soiled myself in blood and couldn't stay at school or I would be hurting so bad that the basic pain relievers didn't do the job at giving me some relief. I can't tell you how many times I left class with my sweater or my jacket tied around my waste just to keep from being embarressed when I stood up. Sometimes I kept a sweater or jacket tied around me just in case I stood up and I had bled through my pants unknowingly. I hated my periods because they always embarressed me like that. I would bleed through a pad so I would wear a tampon and pad both and sometimes I would bleed through that even though I had double up protection underneath. I would get up from my desk chair at the end of class to go to my next class and I would look in the seat of the chair to see if I had bled through my clothes and I had developed this manner of rubbing across my backside when no one was looking to see if I could feel any wetness back there. Any girl that was caught bleeding through her clothes back then was crucified for the rest of the year by the boys and sometimes the girls too because they thought it was hilarious that girls had a menstrual accident right there at school visible to everyone. Now you see why I always kept a jacket or sweater tied aroudn my waste. If anyone would have been smart enough to notice back then they would have paid attention enough to know that the three or four days a month I was wearing something around my waste was a good sign that I was having my monthly cycle but no one even thought about it or said anything about it so I guess they didn't know my secret. Back to the guidance office I was in there a lot either getting more pads or tampons because I didn't have money to put in the machines in the girls restroom after I had ran through the stash I kept in my locker or in my purse or I was in there because I had soiled my clothes or was hurting and was using the phone to go home. I would get so flushed with embarressment because my friends would pass by the office and see me sitting in there and be like why are you in there, what did you do, are you in trouble, you weren't sick an hour ago when I saw you before class so why are you going home. It was awful having to explain why I was sitting there and then even worse was when I bled through my clothes and I was sitting there waiting to go home the guidance counselor would put a gym towel or something under me or other girls who were there because of the same thing and people passing by would know if you were sitting on something like that that it was because you had spilled over your pad or tampon or you started your period unexpectedly and had to go home because you had soiled your clothes and didn't have any protection. When we moved to a new town and I had to walk to and from school everyday because the bus didn't run down my road and my parent's couldn't take me to school because of their work schedules it was really a sight to see because I had to walk in front of the school toward my house right in front of the whole row of windows in front of the school and when I went back to school the next day people would pick on me about going home because of my period because they could see me walking by those windows. I hated my teen years when I had my period because of the embarressment it caused me in front of people who weren't very mature enough to handle that someone had had an accident or was having trouble like I was having with my cycle back then. We were so sensitive about our bodies and insecure about our emotions and who we were and how we appeared to others on the exterior and surface at that age and to have someone pick on us about the one thing we hated and had no control over was like being staked and burned in front of an entire village full of haters or something. I am so glad those days are over and I wish I could say that the experience is over but its not because I am an adult now and I still have those sweater days and bleed through days but I don't have the embarressment that I once did because I have discovered new ways to deal with it and hide it so that no one knows anything.
At Thu, 2 Nov 2006, Monica wrote:
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