Guilt

My first period was barely a period at all. I was 11 and I had brown spotting. I knew what that meant, so I stole some of my mom's pantiliners. I told no one about that time. My second period was horrible. I woke up with the worst cramps, but I didn't realize they were cramps. I told my mom that I didn't feel good and that I couldn't get out of bed my stomach hurt so bad. My mom must have known right away, because she asked my where it hurt and when I showed her, she handed me two Advil and told me that I needed to get out of bed because we were going to the store for pads. I hadn't even been to the bathroom to see if I was bleeding yet! I felt so embarassed and guilty for not telling her sooner. After our trip to the store, she made me hot buttered rum and told me to relax and enjoy being a woman. Enjoy being a woman? Sure, but I certainly don't enjoy my period!!!