My first time was hell. I was 8 years old, and I had just lost my mom and brother. (which I think may have brought it on...)
I went *nuts*. I had no clue as to what was going on with my body. Nobody had a clue I would start that soon, so they didn't talk with me about it yet, and I thought I was dying. D:
Blood from *where*?!?!
Finally, someone explained what was going on, that I would live, and that I was perfectly normal. Lol.
I kinda feel that we need to be instituting health class in some lower grades now, because many girls are starting their periods at much younger ages than previous generations, and are lost to whats going on when it does happen. My mother, for instance, started at 15!
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I went *nuts*. I had no clue as to what was going on with my body. Nobody had a clue I would start that soon, so they didn't talk with me about it yet, and I thought I was dying. D:
Blood from *where*?!?!
Finally, someone explained what was going on, that I would live, and that I was perfectly normal. Lol.
I kinda feel that we need to be instituting health class in some lower grades now, because many girls are starting their periods at much younger ages than previous generations, and are lost to whats going on when it does happen. My mother, for instance, started at 15!
And I say men-stray-shun. :D