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Personal Narrative: The Menstruation Of My Family
The earliest messages I received about menstruation was around the age of five or six. While I was growing up my dad's brother was always on the road due to semi driving and as a result of this his only daughter Courtney often stayed with my family during the week while he was away. Courtney is about five years older than me and I always looked up to her because I only had two younger siblings, a brother and a sister, and they were too young for me to look up to. Although we spent so much time together I vividly remember one day more than others. As she was going to the bathroom, I was sitting on the sink talking to her. As soon as she looked down at the toilet, I remember her crying and yelling for my mom. As my mom ran into the bathroom …show more content…
When they finally got home I asked my mom why Courtney was bleeding from her "privacies" and my mom sat me down and gave me the "talk." She explained to me that girls have to go through this process called menstruation about once a month so we can become a woman and have babies when we get married. She then explained to me why she had to go to the store and what she purchased. She told me she had to buy Courtney things called pads and tampons because my mom no longer had her parts that gave her a period because she had a thing called a hysterectomy when I was four years old, after my sister was born. I quickly gathered the information and wanted to make sure Courtney was ok. I was a little nervous to touch her after the talk, but I just didn't want to hurt …show more content…
My period came at the worst time ever though! It's a tradition every Christmas Eve for my parents to buy all three of their kids new pajamas and we put them on so we can sleep better for Santa Claus to come! That Christmas Eve I received the cutest and softest pink pajamas ever. I remember snuggling into bed with them and falling right asleep! As I woke up the next morning eager to see the presents under the Christmas tree, I went to the bathroom first. I realized I had slight lower back pain, but I didn't think anything of it. As I went to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet seat I realized I had started my period! I felt pretty comfortable and knew what to do because my friends started theirs before I did, but I was just upset that I ruined my new pajamas and I didn't want to upset my mom. So I hid the pajamas in an old bag in my closet and changed into other clothes. I went about 3 months before I told my mom I had started my period. I always hid the old wrappers and wrapped the used toiletry in toilet paper before throwing them away. I thought I would disappoint my mom because I ruined my new pajamas, but it turns out when I finally told my mom she was so upset that I felt like I would disappoint her that she went and bought me a new pair of pajamas!! Not the same ones though, of

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