It all started when I was 12. That's an age when a girl's period starts (one would say the age when a girl becomes a "woman" - an age that mothers are generally proud of). Well, that was not the case . . . at least for me.
The first months of my period, I used to wake up in a pool of blood. My legs felt sticky because of it (even using the female-products one uses to prevent "over-flooding").
What my mother did (instead of explaining things in a friendly way) was to grab a panty and show it to my father and sisters, screaming and yelling about how I shouldn't "over-flood" them by changing myself more often.
Well, certain situations burn inside our minds forever. This was one of them. Bare with me if you're brave enough to continue reading.
The first months of my period, I used to wake up in a pool of blood. My legs felt sticky because of it (even using the female-products one uses to prevent "over-flooding").
What my mother did (instead of explaining things in a friendly way) was to grab a panty and show it to my father and sisters, screaming and yelling about how I shouldn't "over-flood" them by changing myself more often.
Well, certain situations burn inside our minds forever. This was one of them. Bare with me if you're brave enough to continue reading.
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