My first period was an ok experience. There was no fear or shame involved. I was eleven years old. It was the summer before middle school and I was at home with my mother. I was fairly calm. I knew what was happening and I told my mom. My mother was very old fashioned and very catholic. She was really nervous about and seemed somewhat agitated. She handed my some pads and that was that. No explanation on how or how often to use them. A few hours later, I was scolded for not changing my pad often enough. I thought one pad was good for all day. How could I know better, if I was not told? But later, my mom comforted me with hot tea and a heating pad.
Before the event, we never really discussed the mechanics of having a period. Instructions on the proper use and disposal of pad would have been very helpful. I think my mom just assumed I knew what I needed to know. After all, she did consent to my viewing of the menstrual cycle movie that’s played every year in schools.
Two years ago, I consented to the same film for my ten year old. My experience wasn’t traumatizing but it could have been better. I talk to my girls about their bodies. We have read books together and had open discussions about female issues and sex. I think my own daughter's experience was better than mines was. She had the mechanical knowledge I lacked. My daughter was empowered to make basic hygienic decisions about her body.
