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I honestly can't remember. I remember some things so well then others not at all.
I know I was 14 when I got it. I knew about sex from when I was 7. I don't remember ever being talked to about it. I did have a book about sex in my room, with pictures. At school we heard about it. There was a sex ed class when I was 12. So at 14 I was only surprisedv that it had happened, not about what it was. I told my mom and she said t was my period and not to worry. Since I have always been regular and not had bad cramps, it really wasn't so awful.
I remember being embarrassed and wanting to skip gym class for a while. Then it just became normal.
I love my mom and we get on fine. We have never talked much about sex or menstruation, but she has always been there for me. At 17 she took me to my first obgyn appointment. I don't feel (luckily for me) that I needed to talk to her about it. I was happy to have her by my side.
That being said, I do hope that if and when I have a baby girl, I will open the lines of communcation more than she did. Just because I was level-headed enough to not need that much talking to, doesn't mean my child won't need it or benefit greatly from it.
I think I had a very good education and that is where I was lucky. Because if communcation was lacking in some places, in others it was firmly established.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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