Welcome back! If you are new, see the previous post. If you're not, I knew you'd be back. 😂
Ok, so I have written before that my aunt raised me from 11 (she says 10) until I graduated high school. I spent every summer with my Mother, it was "required" while I was living with my aunt. Now don't get me wrong, there were great times but there were also "Mother" times. Ok so I get my first period, unfortunately on Mother's time. I wasn't shocked or anything, her and my aunt had talked to me about it and the whole "sex" chat. My Mother made a huge deal out of, which I was down with because her attention was on me! Next thing I know, we are in her room, and she is showing me a tampon and explaining to me how it works. Now I was not sexually active AT ALL, hadn't even French kissed a boy, but she made it seem ok even though shoving anything into my vagina sounded horrific. You guys, she had me lay down, naked from the waist down, on a towel on her bedroom floor. She then covered the applicator with lotion, and told me how to push it in etc. My biggest fear was it was going to hurt, but right there with it was thinking the tampon would get lost in there. I DO get it in, or so I think. I could still feel it inside me though.
We go downstairs and I call my aunt to tell her the amazing news about me "becoming a woman". She also pours me a glass of wine. My younger brother and sister thought it was cool as hell, but I wasn't a fan of alcohol seeing as how bad things seemed to happen in our family due to it. I remember sitting at the kitchen table, my mom drinking her wine and smoking a cigarette while we talked to my aunt, and I sat there with my wine sipping as little as possible. They said something funny and I laughed. You guys, that tampon shot out of my vagina like a missile and into my panties. I was mortified. Needless to say, it was pads from them on until I was about 18 or 19.
XOX0 ~ Nicole
