The title of my post screams,’I once hated it’. What did I once hate?
I once hated pads, lol. I’ll tell you why.
I started menstruating at the age of 11. The first time I saw it, I was alarmed. I knew what it was but I was afraid it came too early. I didn’t tell anyone. Mum works as a civil servant in another state. She comes home during holidays. She wasn’t around when it happened and I didn’t tell her. I’m the type of person who finds it difficult to open up to people about some things. My period didn’t come for like four to five months. I was happy. I though it had gone. Then one evening, it came unexpectedly. I was in church then. I discovered my skirt was stained. I tried hiding the stain from prying eyes. When it was time for prayer, when I was sure everyone will close their eyes, I ran outside to the bathroom. I discovered my skirt was badly stained. I rinsed it with water and went out. Somehow, I managed myself till I got home. Mum was miles away. I didn’t know who to tell. I went to bed worried that night. That same night, we had visitors. My sister and I had to leave our room for the visitors. We slept on a mattress in the living room. In the morning, I was woken up by a tap. I opened my eyes and the person turned out to be my dad. He was peering at the bed I was sleeping on. What was he peering at? I thought, half awake. The next thing I heard was,”Is this from you?” I followed his gaze and I saw it. My bed was stained with blood. I stared at it in shock. “Yes,” I muttered. It happened that my dad had come to wake my sister and I up for morning devotion when he saw the stain. I was so embarrassed that I wished I’d evaporate. I stood up and went to the bathroom to clean up.
Later that evening, he gave me a pad. How he got it, I don’t know. Maybe from mom’s supplies. He asked me if I knew how to use it and I said yes. I actually lied. I had no idea of how I was going to use it. I was to embarrassed to ask him how. Like, it was just embarassing. And because I didn’t ask him to show me how to use it, I used it the wrong way. I didn’t know I was to attach the sticky sides to my pants. I just put the pad in my pants like that. (Lol! I was that dumb). I should’ve called my mum to ask? Well, I didn’t. I had no elder sister to show me how. And I was too embarrased to ask the available people. What happened was that I began to hate pads. The pads don’t stay in place, yeah, because I didn’t place it the right way. I got tired of my struggle with pads. I started using toilet papers. It wasn’t too good because it got soaked quickly. And it was too bulky too. But I preferred it to pads.
It wasn’t until my mum came back during one holiday. She lectured me on the need to stay chaste, keep myself from boys, bleh, bleh. She then showed me how to use a pad. Brethren! I’ve never felt so foolish. Since then, I began to use pads and if I must confess, I now enjoy using them.
I once hated it because I was ignorant of how it was used. Ignorance is a bad thing, really.
Ask questions when you’re in doubt. Don’t be too embarrassed to ask for help when you need one. You’ll save yourself from unnecessary stress. Lastly, don’t be foolish like me. It’s not funny.