Anyway, now that I’m over the trauma (mostly), I love hearing other women’s first-period stories. So I asked a bunch of my friends to tell me theirs. Did anyone have a positive, affirming story? Hell no, it’s shame and disaster all around — but we can all laugh now, right? Please tell me it’s better for teen girls here in the 21st century. I spent way too many years in my junior high and high school years fearing the SHAME and utter humiliation of public bleeding. I learned it was a “private” matter to be “managed” and never discussed in mixed company because it grosses men out and causes them to flee the room. This has come in handy a few times, I must admit. But mostly it just pisses me off. I got political about this issue when I started teaching sexuality and gender studies courses. I made students read about the different ways American teens experience their coming of age transitions — male-bodied persons gaining a sense of bodily empowerment and female-bodied persons feeling betrayal and shame and disgust at their bodily functions. So I made students examine these issues and talk to each other about it. When we got home, my mom only had belted hospital-sized pads (who knows why), so I went to bed with what felt like an enormous pillow between my legs. The next day, we bought mini pads. I was so paranoid someone would see my pad while I was wearing my dance class leotard that I cut the mini pads down to about three inches long. I also wore dresses to school the entire week of my period to hide the pads. (I thought this was stealthy.) After a day or two, I realized that pads were not for me (I still can’t see how anyone tolerates that itchy, drippy mess) and tried tampons. Thank God for the little diagrams on the pamphlet inside the package so I could properly insert one. How scary was that at first!? Putting a tampon in my vagina that was so verboten and bad and dirty and sacred and something no one was supposed to touch for at least 10 more years … oh religion and patriarchy!
title: “8 First Period Horror Stories To Make Your Teen Daughter Laugh” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-23” author: “Regina Carlisle”
Anyway, now that I’m over the trauma (mostly), I love hearing other women’s first-period stories. So I asked a bunch of my friends to tell me theirs. Did anyone have a positive, affirming story? Hell no, it’s shame and disaster all around — but we can all laugh now, right? Please tell me it’s better for teen girls here in the 21st century. I spent way too many years in my junior high and high school years fearing the SHAME and utter humiliation of public bleeding. I learned it was a “private” matter to be “managed” and never discussed in mixed company because it grosses men out and causes them to flee the room. This has come in handy a few times, I must admit. But mostly it just pisses me off. I got political about this issue when I started teaching sexuality and gender studies courses. I made students read about the different ways American teens experience their coming of age transitions — male-bodied persons gaining a sense of bodily empowerment and female-bodied persons feeling betrayal and shame and disgust at their bodily functions. So I made students examine these issues and talk to each other about it. When we got home, my mom only had belted hospital-sized pads (who knows why), so I went to bed with what felt like an enormous pillow between my legs. The next day, we bought mini pads. I was so paranoid someone would see my pad while I was wearing my dance class leotard that I cut the mini pads down to about three inches long. I also wore dresses to school the entire week of my period to hide the pads. (I thought this was stealthy.) After a day or two, I realized that pads were not for me (I still can’t see how anyone tolerates that itchy, drippy mess) and tried tampons. Thank God for the little diagrams on the pamphlet inside the package so I could properly insert one. How scary was that at first!? Putting a tampon in my vagina that was so verboten and bad and dirty and sacred and something no one was supposed to touch for at least 10 more years … oh religion and patriarchy!
title: “8 First Period Horror Stories To Make Your Teen Daughter Laugh” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-18” author: “Douglas Harper”
Anyway, now that I’m over the trauma (mostly), I love hearing other women’s first-period stories. So I asked a bunch of my friends to tell me theirs. Did anyone have a positive, affirming story? Hell no, it’s shame and disaster all around — but we can all laugh now, right? Please tell me it’s better for teen girls here in the 21st century. I spent way too many years in my junior high and high school years fearing the SHAME and utter humiliation of public bleeding. I learned it was a “private” matter to be “managed” and never discussed in mixed company because it grosses men out and causes them to flee the room. This has come in handy a few times, I must admit. But mostly it just pisses me off. I got political about this issue when I started teaching sexuality and gender studies courses. I made students read about the different ways American teens experience their coming of age transitions — male-bodied persons gaining a sense of bodily empowerment and female-bodied persons feeling betrayal and shame and disgust at their bodily functions. So I made students examine these issues and talk to each other about it. When we got home, my mom only had belted hospital-sized pads (who knows why), so I went to bed with what felt like an enormous pillow between my legs. The next day, we bought mini pads. I was so paranoid someone would see my pad while I was wearing my dance class leotard that I cut the mini pads down to about three inches long. I also wore dresses to school the entire week of my period to hide the pads. (I thought this was stealthy.) After a day or two, I realized that pads were not for me (I still can’t see how anyone tolerates that itchy, drippy mess) and tried tampons. Thank God for the little diagrams on the pamphlet inside the package so I could properly insert one. How scary was that at first!? Putting a tampon in my vagina that was so verboten and bad and dirty and sacred and something no one was supposed to touch for at least 10 more years … oh religion and patriarchy!
title: “8 First Period Horror Stories To Make Your Teen Daughter Laugh” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-09” author: “Joshua Melton”
Anyway, now that I’m over the trauma (mostly), I love hearing other women’s first-period stories. So I asked a bunch of my friends to tell me theirs. Did anyone have a positive, affirming story? Hell no, it’s shame and disaster all around — but we can all laugh now, right? Please tell me it’s better for teen girls here in the 21st century. I spent way too many years in my junior high and high school years fearing the SHAME and utter humiliation of public bleeding. I learned it was a “private” matter to be “managed” and never discussed in mixed company because it grosses men out and causes them to flee the room. This has come in handy a few times, I must admit. But mostly it just pisses me off. I got political about this issue when I started teaching sexuality and gender studies courses. I made students read about the different ways American teens experience their coming of age transitions — male-bodied persons gaining a sense of bodily empowerment and female-bodied persons feeling betrayal and shame and disgust at their bodily functions. So I made students examine these issues and talk to each other about it. When we got home, my mom only had belted hospital-sized pads (who knows why), so I went to bed with what felt like an enormous pillow between my legs. The next day, we bought mini pads. I was so paranoid someone would see my pad while I was wearing my dance class leotard that I cut the mini pads down to about three inches long. I also wore dresses to school the entire week of my period to hide the pads. (I thought this was stealthy.) After a day or two, I realized that pads were not for me (I still can’t see how anyone tolerates that itchy, drippy mess) and tried tampons. Thank God for the little diagrams on the pamphlet inside the package so I could properly insert one. How scary was that at first!? Putting a tampon in my vagina that was so verboten and bad and dirty and sacred and something no one was supposed to touch for at least 10 more years … oh religion and patriarchy!
title: “8 First Period Horror Stories To Make Your Teen Daughter Laugh” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-11” author: “Helena Reyna”
Anyway, now that I’m over the trauma (mostly), I love hearing other women’s first-period stories. So I asked a bunch of my friends to tell me theirs. Did anyone have a positive, affirming story? Hell no, it’s shame and disaster all around — but we can all laugh now, right? Please tell me it’s better for teen girls here in the 21st century. I spent way too many years in my junior high and high school years fearing the SHAME and utter humiliation of public bleeding. I learned it was a “private” matter to be “managed” and never discussed in mixed company because it grosses men out and causes them to flee the room. This has come in handy a few times, I must admit. But mostly it just pisses me off. I got political about this issue when I started teaching sexuality and gender studies courses. I made students read about the different ways American teens experience their coming of age transitions — male-bodied persons gaining a sense of bodily empowerment and female-bodied persons feeling betrayal and shame and disgust at their bodily functions. So I made students examine these issues and talk to each other about it. When we got home, my mom only had belted hospital-sized pads (who knows why), so I went to bed with what felt like an enormous pillow between my legs. The next day, we bought mini pads. I was so paranoid someone would see my pad while I was wearing my dance class leotard that I cut the mini pads down to about three inches long. I also wore dresses to school the entire week of my period to hide the pads. (I thought this was stealthy.) After a day or two, I realized that pads were not for me (I still can’t see how anyone tolerates that itchy, drippy mess) and tried tampons. Thank God for the little diagrams on the pamphlet inside the package so I could properly insert one. How scary was that at first!? Putting a tampon in my vagina that was so verboten and bad and dirty and sacred and something no one was supposed to touch for at least 10 more years … oh religion and patriarchy!
title: “8 First Period Horror Stories To Make Your Teen Daughter Laugh” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-28” author: “William Vaughan”
Anyway, now that I’m over the trauma (mostly), I love hearing other women’s first-period stories. So I asked a bunch of my friends to tell me theirs. Did anyone have a positive, affirming story? Hell no, it’s shame and disaster all around — but we can all laugh now, right? Please tell me it’s better for teen girls here in the 21st century. I spent way too many years in my junior high and high school years fearing the SHAME and utter humiliation of public bleeding. I learned it was a “private” matter to be “managed” and never discussed in mixed company because it grosses men out and causes them to flee the room. This has come in handy a few times, I must admit. But mostly it just pisses me off. I got political about this issue when I started teaching sexuality and gender studies courses. I made students read about the different ways American teens experience their coming of age transitions — male-bodied persons gaining a sense of bodily empowerment and female-bodied persons feeling betrayal and shame and disgust at their bodily functions. So I made students examine these issues and talk to each other about it. When we got home, my mom only had belted hospital-sized pads (who knows why), so I went to bed with what felt like an enormous pillow between my legs. The next day, we bought mini pads. I was so paranoid someone would see my pad while I was wearing my dance class leotard that I cut the mini pads down to about three inches long. I also wore dresses to school the entire week of my period to hide the pads. (I thought this was stealthy.) After a day or two, I realized that pads were not for me (I still can’t see how anyone tolerates that itchy, drippy mess) and tried tampons. Thank God for the little diagrams on the pamphlet inside the package so I could properly insert one. How scary was that at first!? Putting a tampon in my vagina that was so verboten and bad and dirty and sacred and something no one was supposed to touch for at least 10 more years … oh religion and patriarchy!
title: “8 First Period Horror Stories To Make Your Teen Daughter Laugh” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-20” author: “Michelle Woodson”
Anyway, now that I’m over the trauma (mostly), I love hearing other women’s first-period stories. So I asked a bunch of my friends to tell me theirs. Did anyone have a positive, affirming story? Hell no, it’s shame and disaster all around — but we can all laugh now, right? Please tell me it’s better for teen girls here in the 21st century. I spent way too many years in my junior high and high school years fearing the SHAME and utter humiliation of public bleeding. I learned it was a “private” matter to be “managed” and never discussed in mixed company because it grosses men out and causes them to flee the room. This has come in handy a few times, I must admit. But mostly it just pisses me off. I got political about this issue when I started teaching sexuality and gender studies courses. I made students read about the different ways American teens experience their coming of age transitions — male-bodied persons gaining a sense of bodily empowerment and female-bodied persons feeling betrayal and shame and disgust at their bodily functions. So I made students examine these issues and talk to each other about it. When we got home, my mom only had belted hospital-sized pads (who knows why), so I went to bed with what felt like an enormous pillow between my legs. The next day, we bought mini pads. I was so paranoid someone would see my pad while I was wearing my dance class leotard that I cut the mini pads down to about three inches long. I also wore dresses to school the entire week of my period to hide the pads. (I thought this was stealthy.) After a day or two, I realized that pads were not for me (I still can’t see how anyone tolerates that itchy, drippy mess) and tried tampons. Thank God for the little diagrams on the pamphlet inside the package so I could properly insert one. How scary was that at first!? Putting a tampon in my vagina that was so verboten and bad and dirty and sacred and something no one was supposed to touch for at least 10 more years … oh religion and patriarchy!
