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[mactavish.livejournal.com]

The day I started my period, I was wearing white undies, a white polyester "snap at the crotch" body suit (this was 1976, after all), and white Levi's jeans. I discovered it during gym, one of the first classes of the day, as I was getting undressed, and I had an all the way to the outside stain. I wrapped my sweater around me (though it was very cold outside) and stayed like that for the rest of the day, using wads of toilet paper as pads.

I'd known right away what it was. I wasn't a sheltered child.

But the last thing I was going to do was to tell someone so that I could go home.

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[adamantplatypus.livejournal.com]

My first was a horrible crying jag I couldn't explain. During lunch I started crying and couldn't for the life of me stop. I even recoginized I was being irrational and tried to calm myself down, but it only made it worse.

Nothing the teachers did could console me.

When I got home and went to the bathroom I saw what had happened.

Damned hormones.

luckily, i've never really owned anything white.

[perplexxi.livejournal.com]

my first period came the day my father told me he was getting remarried... to a bar slut. oh the joys of growing up!

speaking of bloody gym, though... i do remember bleeding through my pants onto the wrestling mats, once. they probably figured someone had a severe head injury or nose bleed.