Re: Re: Nadas and sexual development

March 5, 2008

Wow, I think you and I must have grown up in very similar families. I'm so

sorry that she did that to you. I remember hiding bloody underwear too, but

nothing so severe as what you went through. My dad was also the reasonable

one and protected me to a degree. My mom also was constantly threatening to

talk to him and when she did, he usually either ignored her or helped me

with whatever was going on and talked me through my decisions and such. I'm

so sorry that you had to go through all that. Ugh.

>

> Girlscout,

>

> I have been lurking on this board for the last few months (struggling

> in grad school), but I HAD to write after reading your post.

> I also hid my period from my mother! I thought I was the only one!!

> I've never heard of anyone else who felt the need to do that. I got my

> period on a Saturday morning, and knew right away what it was from my

> friends and watching " that video in fourth grade. " I remember thinking

> that " she won't help me " - meaning that she would not buy me pads or

> tampons, much less painkillers (I had severe cramps). I was also

> afraid she would tell my narcissistic older brother, or somehow invade

> my privacy or embarrass me. I just knew I could not trust her or tell her.

>

> This is sad, and I apologize in advance if this is TMI for anyone

> (please don't read if you think you might get grossed out)- but that

> weekend I used the one pad she had in our family bathroom, and after

> that just changed my soiled underwear about 15 times. :-( My plan was

> to wait until I could get to middle school on Monday and walk home

> through town, where I could buy some " feminine products. " I hid all

> the stained underwear in my armoir. I was afraid she would find them,

> and know what was happening. She found them though, and yelled and

> cried because I stained my clothes and was becoming a " dirty young

> lady. " She called my aunts on both sides of the FOO to tell them what

> I did, adding it to my lists of faults. *I can still feel the shame I

> felt when I overheard those conversations - she used the telephone in

> the kitchen* She STILL didn't buy me any pads though - so I had to

> keep changing my underwear and followed through with the plan of

> walking home from school and buying my own. I bleached all the

> underwear I owned.

>

> In response to your question about repression, um YES that describes

> my nada to a T. She believed only " sluts " wore tampons, and tried to

> get my father to punish me when she discovered I had my first kiss.

> (He didn't do that though, he just asked me to tell him what kind of

> guy he was and reminded me to make careful choices). She also once

> found a note my friends and I were passing back and forth in the 7th

> grade where we were talking to each about what we thought sex might be

> like. She was so furious with me for having a " gutter mind " she

> literally would not speak with me for days. I was beside myself

> sobbing for her to talk to me. Once again, she tried to have my father

> punish me, and once again he just volunteered to answer my questions

> (which I wasn't really comfortable discussing with him at the time,

> but it was a response that seriously relieved me from believing I was

> a whore).

>

> - April

>

> >

> > Hi All,

> > I've noticed in some posts that your BPD parent seemed to be

> over-sexed, or

> > have a very sexy image of herself.

> >

> > My mom was the opposite. She was terrified of anything sexual and would

> > sometimes tell me very graphic stories about rape or other frightening

> > sexual images. However, when it came to everyday things like wearing

> a bra

> > or having a period, or even one of our pets getting a bladder

> infection, she

> > would shut down or be very negative. She couldn't handle it. I have

> never

> > discussed my period with her, and in fact hid it from her when my period

> > started and for the entire time I lived at home. In fact, this seems

> very

> > strange now, but I can remember my dad very subtly buying my tampons and

> > such for me when we went grocery shopping together, because she was so

> > strange about that topic. Once I could drive I was better able to

> take care

> > of that myself.

> >

> > What I wanted to ask is, did anyone else have a nada who seemed to be

> > sexually repressed? Specifically, I'm wondering about words she used. My

> > mother couldn't say penis or breasts. She taught me to call a the

> area from

> > which one urinated (male or female) a " pee pee tail " and breasts were

> > " swimming muscles " or, on occaision, " bazoombas. "

> >

> > I still use the word pee pee tail sometimes now because I think it is

> > hillarious, and a bunch of my friends have picked up that word too. My

> > boyfriend was wondering about this, too, so I thought I would ask.

> >

> > Thanks, Girlscout

> >

March 5, 2008

eeeew, super creepy - naughty pillows. One time my mother asked me to

explain to her, at the dinner table, what a prostate was. Ugh. How pathetic,

to be in your 50s and need to ask your child such a basic question.

>

> Hi Girlscout,

>

> I tried to respond just now but didn't see my message appear, so I'm

> sending it again.

>

> I wanted to respond to your posting because you're the only other

> person I've ever heard of who had to hide her first period from her

> mother. This is one of the saddest memories from my childhood, and I

> really want to share it with you people who will understand.

>

> I got my first period on a Saturday morning, and hiding it from my

> nada was my FIRST and virtually ONLY thought. I was so afraid she

> would find out and shame me in front of my narcissistic older brother,

> or use the opportunity to warn me about the horrors of life ahead as a

> woman.

>

> - Don't read down if you might get grossed out -

>

> On the weekend I got my period, I remember thinking that my mom

> " wouldn't help " in the sense that she wouldn't be willing to go to the

> store and get me any sanitary napkins. So, I used the one pad she had

> in the bathroom and then decided I would just change my underwear

> every hour or so until Monday, when I would be able to walk to town

> outside of my middle school and buy some pads. It was horrible - I hid

> my soiled panties in my armoir. I was panicked that she would find

> out. Not surprisingly (although she never otherwise put any clothes

> away in my armoir because we had a maid on weekdays) she discovered my

> panties there when she decided to put away some laundry that evening.

> She was furious, and cried and yelled! She told me I was " dirty woman "

> by which I knew she meant more than just physically dirty. Then she

> called my aunts and grandmother - on both sides - to tell them what I

> did and how disgusting it was. She used the phone in the kitchen, and

> the rest of my siblings and family heard too. I am tearing up as I

> read this and remember how ASHAMED and angry and hurt I was. And get

> this: she STILL didn't buy me any pads. I continued to change my

> underwear for the next day, and then followed through with my plan to

> walk home (3 miles!) after school on Monday and buy my own pads. I

> also bleached all of my underwear, which left huge white marks, a

> long-time reminder of what happened.

>

> In answer to your question, my nada is VERY sexually repressed. I'm

> pretty sure she got pregnant with my older brother (by a different

> father) because she was " embarrassed " to discuss birth control when

> she had sex with his father at the age of 28. I'm 33, and in my

> generation most people's parents made some effort to talk about

> sexuality with their kids, or at least make sure they were educated.

> My nada didn't even want to hear the word sex, ever! She told me that

> only " sluts " would use tampons, never virgins, and that she hadn't

> ever used one and never would. (This was her response to discovering

> that I was using them so I could go swimming during my period). She

> was constantly informing me which friends or strangers were " loose

> moralled " or whores, and would also let me know when I was a slut. For

> example, she found a note I passed with my friends in the 7th grade

> (by snooping through my bag) in which we were talking about what sex

> might feel like. She was immediately furious and very, very, very

> upset. She told me I had a " gutter mind " and was a slut, and stopped

> talking to me for a few DAYS! I can remember sitting on the floor

> outside her closed bedroom door SOBBING for her to talk to me and her

> telling me to go away and never talk to her again. She tried to have

> my Dad punish me for being " sexual " and coarse, but he sat me down,

> hugged me, and told me it was OK and he knew I was curious. I wasn't

> ready to talk to him about sex, but I felt soo much better knowing I

> wasn't a bad person, y'know?

>

> - April

>

> >

> > Hi All,

> > I've noticed in some posts that your BPD parent seemed to be

> over-sexed, or

> > have a very sexy image of herself.

> >

> > My mom was the opposite. She was terrified of anything sexual and would

> > sometimes tell me very graphic stories about rape or other frightening

> > sexual images. However, when it came to everyday things like wearing

> a bra

> > or having a period, or even one of our pets getting a bladder

> infection, she

> > would shut down or be very negative. She couldn't handle it. I have

> never

> > discussed my period with her, and in fact hid it from her when my period

> > started and for the entire time I lived at home. In fact, this seems

> very

> > strange now, but I can remember my dad very subtly buying my tampons and

> > such for me when we went grocery shopping together, because she was so

> > strange about that topic. Once I could drive I was better able to

> take care

> > of that myself.

> >

> > What I wanted to ask is, did anyone else have a nada who seemed to be

> > sexually repressed? Specifically, I'm wondering about words she used. My

> > mother couldn't say penis or breasts. She taught me to call a the

> area from

> > which one urinated (male or female) a " pee pee tail " and breasts were

> > " swimming muscles " or, on occaision, " bazoombas. "

> >

> > I still use the word pee pee tail sometimes now because I think it is

> > hillarious, and a bunch of my friends have picked up that word too. My

> > boyfriend was wondering about this, too, so I thought I would ask.

> >

> > Thanks, Girlscout

> >

March 5, 2008

I hid my first period, too. I was so ashamed and embarassed to tell her!!! I

didn't realize there was a difference between pantiliners and maxipads...so I

stole a box of pantiliners from the hall closet and was using those...they

didn't last long. I also thought that a period only lasted 3-4 days, so by day

6...after going through all those panitliners so fast...I was certain something

was wrong and that I was dying. So I finally had to tell her. She wouldn't let

me use tampons, either, but I found pads completely gross...so I just bought my

own. My dad was always willing to pick whatever I needed up, too...I was always

impressed with that since he was a Marine and had no sisters. So it may have

been a *tad* uncomfortable for him, but he did it anyway.

My mother gave very very mixed messages about sex. In many ways, she was very

prudish...I definitely got an early message that sex was an unfortunate

necessity of life and that enjoying it was bad. This came partly from her, and

also partly from having been molested as a preschooler by a neighbor. (Who got

away with it...my parents did nothing and we just didn't talk about it.) I had

some other negative experiences...in particular some boys in 4th grade who

cornered me on a class trip to a park and tried to wrestle my shorts off me. As

if that wasn't traumatizing enough...I was the one who got punished by the

teacher AND by my mother (who was the school secretary). I had, they said,

asked for it. So it's no wonder that I had a pretty unhealthy view of sexual

interactions. My mother was raised by a nurse though, so my brother and I knew

our parts were called penis and vagina! She would try to dress me in revealing

clothes, but then would insult them. When I got

to my teen years she was all about me dressing in baggy shapeless things OR in

really tight revealing things. She had this rant about not flaunting my body to

tempt boys. But, soon as she and my dad were divorced she was all about getting

the right kind of bra to show off her breasts and taking the right angle picture

of the silhouette of her breasts for her online dating stuff. *shudder*

When I was 5, I wanted to know how babies were made but sensed that I couldn't

ask that question. I knew how to read...and I knew how to look things up in my

Childcraft Encyclopedia set. So I looked it up...and then informed my mother

how my uncle's sperm met with my aunt's egg inside her " udders " and that at

first it was very very small but then it grew and soon it would turn itself

upside down and push push push its way out of her udders and then! Then it

would be born!! She was a bit stunned, so I showed her the page in the book and

she said " well, that's great, but this word here? That's not " udders " , that's

'uterus'. " I said to her, " Oh, that's right. Udders is where milk comes out of

a cow! " Then I immediately said, " Mommy, I just don't get one thing...how did

Uncle T's sperm GET to Aunt M's egg? " and she answered " I'm just not ready to

tell you that yet. " Eventually she told me that it happened when a man and a

woman were " close together and loving each

other. " So poor little 5 year old me pictured clouds of these teeny sperm

things floating through the air and I wondered how on earth they knew which

female to go into...so I was TERRIFIED to be hugged by any male, including my

dad! Finally when I was 7 she gave me the whole scoop, in very clinical and

scientific terms.

But, she was also inappropriate in other ways. I knew early on in life that

she did not like sex with my dad. WAY before I should have been aware of that.

And if anyone tells an off color joke she is HORRIFIED. But then...she's known

to make those jokes, to turn innocent comments into double entendres and for

that she's proud of her wit and cleverness. She had no qualms, when I was in

high school, of regaling my friends with her childbirth experiences (and how

many stitches she had) or about her first bikini wax. I think she just wanted

to be the center of attention with my friends...she kept telling me how none of

them really liked ME anyway, but that they really just loved her stories.

*eyeroll* She was always accusing me of being more sexually active than I was.

Sometimes it was " You can tell me anything. " and yet I knew if I did it would be

used against me. I think she was truly afraid of the power of sexual urges and

pleasure. She sometimes would condemn

my friends who she thought were sexually active, but then would harass me for

not having enough boyfriends. I had boyfriends...I just didn't tell her about

most of them!! The one I'll never forget is when she said to me " If I ever

found out you had premarital sex, I would have you committed to a mental

hospital because that is just not how I raised you, so if you went against it I

would know there was something seriously wrong with you. " She denies ever

saying this, but I remember it crystal clear...because 3 weeks earlier I'd been

raped. I knew as soon as she said it that I'd never tell her about that

assault.

Ninera

aprilinri wrote:

Girlscout,

I have been lurking on this board for the last few months (struggling

in grad school), but I HAD to write after reading your post.

I also hid my period from my mother! I thought I was the only one!!

I've never heard of anyone else who felt the need to do that. I got my

period on a Saturday morning, and knew right away what it was from my

friends and watching " that video in fourth grade. " I remember thinking

that " she won't help me " - meaning that she would not buy me pads or

tampons, much less painkillers (I had severe cramps). I was also

afraid she would tell my narcissistic older brother, or somehow invade

my privacy or embarrass me. I just knew I could not trust her or tell her.

This is sad, and I apologize in advance if this is TMI for anyone

(please don't read if you think you might get grossed out)- but that

weekend I used the one pad she had in our family bathroom, and after

that just changed my soiled underwear about 15 times. :-( My plan was

to wait until I could get to middle school on Monday and walk home

through town, where I could buy some " feminine products. " I hid all

the stained underwear in my armoir. I was afraid she would find them,

and know what was happening. She found them though, and yelled and

cried because I stained my clothes and was becoming a " dirty young

lady. " She called my aunts on both sides of the FOO to tell them what

I did, adding it to my lists of faults. *I can still feel the shame I

felt when I overheard those conversations - she used the telephone in

the kitchen* She STILL didn't buy me any pads though - so I had to

keep changing my underwear and followed through with the plan of

walking home from school and buying my own. I bleached all the

underwear I owned.

In response to your question about repression, um YES that describes

my nada to a T. She believed only " sluts " wore tampons, and tried to

get my father to punish me when she discovered I had my first kiss.

(He didn't do that though, he just asked me to tell him what kind of

guy he was and reminded me to make careful choices). She also once

found a note my friends and I were passing back and forth in the 7th

grade where we were talking to each about what we thought sex might be

like. She was so furious with me for having a " gutter mind " she

literally would not speak with me for days. I was beside myself

sobbing for her to talk to me. Once again, she tried to have my father

punish me, and once again he just volunteered to answer my questions

(which I wasn't really comfortable discussing with him at the time,

but it was a response that seriously relieved me from believing I was

a whore).

- April

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March 5, 2008

Hehehehe...kind of like having your 80+ year old grandfather say " So, what is

this chlamydia thing I keep hearing so much about in the news? " !!!!!!!!!!!!

(Granted, he asked me because I was still in college and was a public health ed

major, so it was something I knew quite a bit about...but STILL...) :-)

Girlscout Cowboy wrote: eeeew, super creepy -

naughty pillows. One time my mother asked me to

explain to her, at the dinner table, what a prostate was. Ugh. How pathetic,

to be in your 50s and need to ask your child such a basic question.

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March 5, 2008

Oh wow, so many things in common. I majored in public health ed too!

I also had Childcraft - wow, what a memory - but I don't remember looking

up info about sex. My mom also started to confide in me about her sex life

when I was very young and of course she hated sex blah blah.

My dad and I didn't really talk about puberty much, but he would find out

what I needed and get it for me. My dad was a hard core cowboy and

outdoorsman, and it was a little strange turning to him for that stuff but

somehow he knew what I needed without much conversation. Thank the Lord he

was an outdoorsman, though, because he got me out of the house and away

from her to take me camping and hiking almost every weekend. That was the

best part of my childhood. Also, my dad believed I was fearless. Even as my

mom would tell horrible stories about me and lies, my dad would tell me and

also his friends stories of my bravery in the face of storms, getting lost

in the woods, or having to face an angry bull. He always told me I was

tougher and braver than all the boys. Maybe that saved me? I'm sure I wasn't

but he wanted me to be and so I became strong and brave.

The strangest thing that we all have in common though, is that my mom also

was terrified of tampons. She was obsessed with the toxic shock syndrome

that they caused in the 70s and told me I must never use them when I was

about 9. I remember it still because I was too young to know what the hell a

tampon was but I knew it was something bad and sexual, so it stuck in my

mind.

What's with the tampon fear? How strange

I remember around puberty I would pray for an olders sister to help me. I

thought that my friends had an easier time with it because their older

sisters " broke their moms in " and they could go to their sisters if they

needed help. Of course, now I realize that mom was just plain sick and a big

sister would have had all the same problems I did.

>

> Hehehehe...kind of like having your 80+ year old grandfather say " So,

> what is this chlamydia thing I keep hearing so much about in the news? "

> !!!!!!!!!!!! (Granted, he asked me because I was still in college and was a

> public health ed major, so it was something I knew quite a bit about...but

> STILL...) :-)

>

> Girlscout Cowboy <girlscout.cowboy@...<girlscout.cowboy%40gmail.com>>

> wrote: eeeew, super creepy - naughty pillows. One time my mother asked me to

> explain to her, at the dinner table, what a prostate was. Ugh. How

> pathetic,

> to be in your 50s and need to ask your child such a basic question.

>

> ---------------------------------

> Be a better friend, newshound, and know-it-all with Yahoo! Mobile. Try it

> now.

>

March 5, 2008

We have got to find someone to do a research study on The BPD and the

Tampon: Irrational Fear or Control Issue

>

> No freakin' way about the tampons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I used my

> first one in my mid twenties!!!!!! My mom had me thinking I might

> die if I used one!!! I'm am continually amazed at how NOT ALONE I

> am!!!! I am laughing so hard right now!

>

> geminitulip

>

> -- In WTOAdultChildren1 <WTOAdultChildren1%40yahoogroups.com>,

> " Girlscout Cowboy "

> wrote:

> >

> > Oh wow, so many things in common. I majored in public health ed too!

> >

> > I also had Childcraft - wow, what a memory - but I don't remember

> looking

> > up info about sex. My mom also started to confide in me about her

> sex life

> > when I was very young and of course she hated sex blah blah.

> >

> > My dad and I didn't really talk about puberty much, but he would

> find out

> > what I needed and get it for me. My dad was a hard core cowboy and

> > outdoorsman, and it was a little strange turning to him for that

> stuff but

> > somehow he knew what I needed without much conversation. Thank the

> Lord he

> > was an outdoorsman, though, because he got me out of the house and

> away

> > from her to take me camping and hiking almost every weekend. That

> was the

> > best part of my childhood. Also, my dad believed I was fearless.

> Even as my

> > mom would tell horrible stories about me and lies, my dad would

> tell me and

> > also his friends stories of my bravery in the face of storms,

> getting lost

> > in the woods, or having to face an angry bull. He always told me I

> was

> > tougher and braver than all the boys. Maybe that saved me? I'm sure

> I wasn't

> > but he wanted me to be and so I became strong and brave.

> >

> > The strangest thing that we all have in common though, is that my

> mom also

> > was terrified of tampons. She was obsessed with the toxic shock

> syndrome

> > that they caused in the 70s and told me I must never use them when

> I was

> > about 9. I remember it still because I was too young to know what

> the hell a

> > tampon was but I knew it was something bad and sexual, so it stuck

> in my

> > mind.

> >

> > What's with the tampon fear? How strange

> >

> > I remember around puberty I would pray for an olders sister to help

> me. I

> > thought that my friends had an easier time with it because their

> older

> > sisters " broke their moms in " and they could go to their sisters if

> they

> > needed help. Of course, now I realize that mom was just plain sick

> and a big

> > sister would have had all the same problems I did.

> >

> > >

> > > Hehehehe...kind of like having your 80+ year old grandfather

> say " So,

> > > what is this chlamydia thing I keep hearing so much about in the

> news? "

> > > !!!!!!!!!!!! (Granted, he asked me because I was still in college

> and was a

> > > public health ed major, so it was something I knew quite a bit

> about...but

> > > STILL...) :-)

> > >

> > > Girlscout Cowboy <girlscout.cowboy@...<girlscout.cowboy%

> 40gmail.com>>

> > > wrote: eeeew, super creepy - naughty pillows. One time my mother

> asked me to

> > > explain to her, at the dinner table, what a prostate was. Ugh. How

> > > pathetic,

> > > to be in your 50s and need to ask your child such a basic

> question.

> > >

> > > ---------------------------------

> > > Be a better friend, newshound, and know-it-all with Yahoo!

> Mobile. Try it

> > > now.

> > >

March 6, 2008

OMG - I forgot about this. I was not allowed to wear black bras either. Also -

I was told french kissing was opening the gates of Hell. Just thought I'd throw

that in.

Tag

Re: Nadas and sexual development

my nada insisted that because i wanted to buy a black bra (for black

clothes and dresses i had and for the sake of having different colors

of bras) that it meant i wanted to have sex and/or was already having

sex. she started one of her rages in the department store. so

embarassing

>

> Hi All,

> I've noticed in some posts that your BPD parent seemed to be over-

sexed, or

> have a very sexy image of herself.

>

> My mom was the opposite. She was terrified of anything sexual and

would

> sometimes tell me very graphic stories about rape or other

frightening

> sexual images. However, when it came to everyday things like

wearing a bra

> or having a period, or even one of our pets getting a bladder

infection, she

> would shut down or be very negative. She couldn't handle it. I have

never

> discussed my period with her, and in fact hid it from her when my

period

> started and for the entire time I lived at home. In fact, this

seems very

> strange now, but I can remember my dad very subtly buying my

tampons and

> such for me when we went grocery shopping together, because she

was so

> strange about that topic. Once I could drive I was better able to

take care

> of that myself.

>

> What I wanted to ask is, did anyone else have a nada who seemed to

be

> sexually repressed? Specifically, I'm wondering about words she

used. My

> mother couldn't say penis or breasts. She taught me to call a the

area from

> which one urinated (male or female) a " pee pee tail " and breasts

were

> " swimming muscles " or, on occaision, " bazoombas. "

>

> I still use the word pee pee tail sometimes now because I think it

is

> hillarious, and a bunch of my friends have picked up that word too.

My

> boyfriend was wondering about this, too, so I thought I would ask.

>

> Thanks, Girlscout

>

March 6, 2008

Oh I have to comment on this one. My nada had eigth kids yet she acts like the

holy virgin. It's crazy but she told me that the only reason for marriage is to

procreate and have babies. To love a husband is the desire of a foolish and

overindulged mortal. Interesting especially because she would get VICIOUSLY

JEALOUS of anyone that my father spoke to, even my own sisters.

Did my nada act over-sexed? Yes but she directed it at my sisters and I. She

claimed that we were all whores/sluts/ etc when we were little kids and, once

puberty rolled around, she REALLY began to abuse us. She has an absolute HATRED

for young girls between the ages of 11 and 17. She acted like my sisters and I

were sexual competition for her husband. My father is a decent man and never

approached any of us in that way. Nada had a sick, twisted, sexual jealously of

all my sisters and I. The skank is truly warped.

C Kipp wrote:

OMG - I forgot about this. I was not allowed to wear black bras either. Also -

I was told french kissing was opening the gates of Hell. Just thought I'd throw

that in.

Tag

Re: Nadas and sexual development

my nada insisted that because i wanted to buy a black bra (for black

clothes and dresses i had and for the sake of having different colors

of bras) that it meant i wanted to have sex and/or was already having

sex. she started one of her rages in the department store. so

embarassing

>

> Hi All,

> I've noticed in some posts that your BPD parent seemed to be over-

sexed, or

> have a very sexy image of herself.

>

> My mom was the opposite. She was terrified of anything sexual and

would

> sometimes tell me very graphic stories about rape or other

frightening

> sexual images. However, when it came to everyday things like

wearing a bra

> or having a period, or even one of our pets getting a bladder

infection, she

> would shut down or be very negative. She couldn't handle it. I have

never

> discussed my period with her, and in fact hid it from her when my

period

> started and for the entire time I lived at home. In fact, this

seems very

> strange now, but I can remember my dad very subtly buying my

tampons and

> such for me when we went grocery shopping together, because she

was so

> strange about that topic. Once I could drive I was better able to

take care

> of that myself.

>

> What I wanted to ask is, did anyone else have a nada who seemed to

be

> sexually repressed? Specifically, I'm wondering about words she

used. My

> mother couldn't say penis or breasts. She taught me to call a the

area from

> which one urinated (male or female) a " pee pee tail " and breasts

were

> " swimming muscles " or, on occaision, " bazoombas. "

>

> I still use the word pee pee tail sometimes now because I think it

is

> hillarious, and a bunch of my friends have picked up that word too.

My

> boyfriend was wondering about this, too, so I thought I would ask.

>

> Thanks, Girlscout

>

March 7, 2008

I had completely forgtotten about " sanitary belts " - I had to use them also -

there was no way to wear them without feeling like you were riding a horse and

sometimes boys would make comments when they could see them through my pants.

Nada didn't let me wear jeans very much so I couldn't hide behind denim.

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I HATED those huge pads. Nada would only buy the hospital-style kind

with the 'tails' on them that you had to use with those horrible

elastic bands that went around your waist and the plastic clips that

pinched your skin. She wouldn't buy the ones with the stick 'em on

them. It was torture if you ask me.

Mercy

> > >

> > > No freakin' way about the tampons!!!!! !!!!!!!!! !!!!!! I used

my

> > > first one in my mid twenties!!!! !! My mom had me thinking I

might

> > > die if I used one!!! I'm am continually amazed at how NOT

ALONE I

> > > am!!!! I am laughing so hard right now!

> > >

> > > geminitulip

> > >

> >

>

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March 9, 2008

OK, this is gross as well. I never told Nada I had my first period and she never

asked because she couldn't care less. I had witnessed all the abuse she heaped

on my older sisters and wasn't about to trust her with anything as personal as

that. What did I use? Toilet paper. I was also extremely thin and developed

amenorhea so I had infrequent periods. Don't laugh but I learned how to use a

tampon in foster care. I first tried to use one but didn't know you were

supposed to take it OUT of the applicator. Painful, very painful.

bink1227 wrote: creepy creepy creepy.

i hated pads (nothing like sitting in your own

blood clots) so i kind of staged a protest...

okay, this is really kind of gross...so if you don't want to be

grossed out, then don't read...(i can't even believe i'm about to post

this...)

alright, my mom refused to buy a waste basket for the bathroom. that

meant that i had to take my pads downstairs and throw them away in the

kitchen... i was quite angry about this (and the fact that i was even

HAVING A PERIOD IN THE FIRST PLACE! i was raised pretty much as a boy

and was totally mad at my uterus for betraying me), so when i was done

with a pad, i would roll it up so that the sticky side would hold the

thing closed, then i would line them up on the top of the toilet.

yeah...i know, it was gross...but i was ANGRY!!! no respect for

privacy whatsoever!!!

the thing is it took a few months for my mom to finally get me a waste

basket and a box of tampons. she was very embarrassed when a plumber

came to fix a problem with the toilet and he found a row of 5 used

pads neatly placed on the top of the toilet.

when she told me, she looked kind of horrified, but instead of being

humiliated like she expected me to be, i actually started busting out

laughing. MUAHAHAHAHA!! REVENGE!!!

bink

> > > >

> > > > No freakin' way about the tampons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I used

> my

> > > > first one in my mid twenties!!!!!! My mom had me thinking I

> might

> > > > die if I used one!!! I'm am continually amazed at how NOT

> ALONE I

> > > > am!!!! I am laughing so hard right now!

> > > >

> > > > geminitulip

> > > >

> > >

> >

>

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March 10, 2008

Bink - sometimes you have to shout to be heard. There are so many examples of

people in this group doing extreme things just to make it through the day with

these crazy BP's. I see you row of " protest pads " as another example of having

to resort to something extreme in order to be heard. You should not have had to

do it. So glad we can talk through these things to get them out in the open.

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creepy creepy creepy. i hated pads (nothing like sitting in your own