I guess this topic have already been discussed here somewhere.
Yet I was watching youtube videos about people talking about their first periods and I realize I never told anyone my experience.

I am one of those people that gets realy embarased to talk abou this. I am 24, so, lots of experience in this subject. Even so I feel ashamed when people start talking to me about their periods and I find it difficult to buy sanitary supplies in the supermarket because of what other people might be thinking.

I have try to dismitify periods in my mind. I know it is completly normal, but I guess it is something deeply engrained, the way I feel abou them. I realize that, probably, the best way to feel more comfortable litle by litle is for me to hear other women talking about it and for me to share.

So I was 12 when I first got my period. I never had the talk, but I had learned everything I needed from observing and listening. So gathering information here and there and knew about it way before I had mine, from older girls, from watching my mother...
In the previous day I had pain in my belly, which I didn't associate with what was coming.
The day I had it for the first time, I was in the 6th grade and in that same day we were in science classes discussing reprodutive health, and I was so proud I still hadn't it. I didn't want, I dreamt to get it when I was sixteen, what I knew to be the upper normal limit. After the science class we had the gym class, and before it started the girls were discussing who had their periods already. I hapelly implie I hadn't, but minutes later, when I was changing, after I showered I notice the towel got stained and it all became clear.
My heart rate increased, and I became anxious, because I knew i had to tell my mother and I didn't want nor felt comfortable with. I told her something like, I cleaned my self and the towel got dirty, and she just replayed, go use a pad. And that was it. The only talk me and my mom had.

I didn't tell anyone at school and I think I didn't even speak with my older sister about it. And everytime I had it, I tried to be very quiet, only going to the bathroom when I knew nobody was near by, so anyone could listen something reaveling.

Even so, my mother was always spying on my menstrual cycle. In the first two years I had big gaps (months) bettwen cicles. And because of that she thought I was pregnant (by the way I am a very shy, socialy akward virgin, who never kissed a single boy). But she wouldn't tell it clearly to my face, she just used half setences and half words, like... your period is late, that isn't normal...you are fat...pee to a cup for me to run an analyze!! She is paranoid... It made me very angry at the time. Then I pee in the cup that she had left in the bathroom for weeks and I write her a big letter, for her to leave me alone. She never went through with the analysis and she eventualy forgot about her suspicious. Probably only for sure, when she discovered I menstruated again.

I hate this story! I am just sharing it for the good of sharing.