So when I was 12, I didn’t know periods were a thing.
My ‘sex ed’ class covered just that - Sex. Also sexual diseases, contraceptives what rape is, stuff like that. Basic anatomy too, but nothing about girl cycles.
One day, I had stomach cramps. I was in the pool swimming most of the day, passed it off on eating before swimming.
Please note, As a kid, I thrashed around in my sleep.
The next morning, I woke up and there was literally blood everywhere. On my legs, stomach, smeared on my forearm and the smell was everywhere. I pulled the blankets back and there was a small pool of it, I was bleeding from my privates and I found a piece of the uterine wall lining stick to my leg.
Understatement when saying that I FREAKED THE FUCK OUT
Screaming, hysterical sobbing, clutching at my gut, the whole deal.
My dad burst in and started freaking out as well, since there was blood everywhere and I was screaming my head off, clutching at my abdomen.
He kept saying ‘Where does it hurt?! What’s wrong, Talk to me!’ and all I could say was something like ‘I’m dying, my guts are falling out!
And because he was freaking out, I started freaking out MORE, until my aunt came in and stood in the doorway.
I met her eyes and she was shocked for a second, before getting this look of realization, and then “Oh I am 600% DONE” And just pushed my dad out of the room. "I’ll deal with this, grab some wet paper towels."
Then we had a long talk about how cycles work and how I’ll have to keep a calendar for it, and after I realized that I was not, in fact, dying, I was paranoid that I’d be grounded because I ruined some really nice white sheets.
I believe I also proposed that we fashion a device to gather the blood for use in rituals or something. “It counts as virgin blood, right?”
I was a strange child.