That time of the month is never a pleasant time. For these unfortunate woman, their periods proved to be complete horror stories.
Baby Ducks In The Toilet
“I believe I was in seventh grade. Getting my period was still new to me and I didn’t have a heavy period the first three times, so why would it be different this time? At the time of my horrible experience, I was unable to ask my teacher to leave the class to go to the washroom because I didn’t want to interrupt the class. I figured, whatever it’s only 45 minutes. How bad could it be down there. Well. I’ll tell you. It was bad. I knew I probably leaked through my underwear. I internally screamed as my stomach did flipflops, because I knew that soon everyone would know I had an ‘accident.’ I looked down – blood. I CLUNG to the plastic orange chair for dear life. I didn’t want to sit up at all, because I had left some evidence of my dilemma below. By this time the classroom was emptying out and my plan was to run out and dash to the washroom. But I couldn’t move. My two girl friends were waiting for me outside the door, but when I didn’t come they got curious and started walking towards me with worried faces. ‘What’s wrong?’ I couldn’t say anything. I think I was on the verge of tears. The teacher looked at us and she walked over too. Slowly I mentioned that I might have had my period. It was obvious the way I clutched the chair, the way my face was contorted in fear why I didn’t want to move. To add more stress the next class was starting to pile in. I could hear laughter from outside the door as they moved to come inside. Quickly my teacher ran and shut the door and came over to me. My friend smiled sympathetically to me and unzipped her sweater. ‘Here! Wrap this around your waist.’ The relief was immediate. I thanked her 10039320 times and did so. My other friend smiled and said: ‘Hey I have my gym shorts – you can change into those!’ I nodded and with a plan. I stood up. My friends and I RUSHED into the washroom and lucky for us it was empty! One friend started guarding the WHOLE washroom. I started to get to changed and all I hear is: ‘You can’t come in here. Finally someone asked: ‘Um why?’ ‘BECAUSE THERE ARE BABY DUCKS IN THE TOILET THE JANITOR IS COMING.’ From then on we code-named our periods ‘ducks'” (source).
Poor Old Carrie
“When I was 14 I entered a karate tournament. Don’t know if you’ve ever seen a karate uniform but they’re white and starched to death. My mum made me iron my uniform so it was creased in all the right places and it looked snappy af. It was the first time I’d ever been allowed to actually FIGHT in a tournament and I was so chuffed. I had all these fantasies about breaking my opponents knee caps and everybody applauding. That’s actually pretty f–ked up now that I think about it. Anyway, so we get to the venue and I meet my opponents. It’s these two boys a little bit older than me but we’re all in the lightweight heat so fairly matched. Not to brag, but 14 year old me is fully lethal in a strictly controlled match. Haha. I win the fight with some pretty well-placed roundhouse kicks. But SOME TIME during the fight my period kicks in. I didn’t even notice. When the fight finished, one of the judges came over and told me and my Ma that my uniform was stained. I turn to look and see a pretty decent sized splurge of blood smeared across my bum. Next minute I felt like poor old Carrie cause all the other mums were throwing me tampons and sanitary pads and stuff. My sister later told me she heard one of my opponents ask, ‘Whose blood did she sit in?’ and it’s something that we still giggle about” (source).
“Lucky the chair was red”
“Once during school I had my period and the flow was extremely heavy. I was wearing a super-strength pad and I thought I would be fine, as long as I changed it regularly. So, a little bit of back story. My school’s uniform is a light grey skirt. It does not hide any stains, even a little bit. This day we had an Italian luncheon. I sat down at the table where my crush at the time was sitting. The blood soaked through the pad, all over the tops of my legs, onto my skirt, and there was a bit on the chair. Lucky the chair was red! I got up and inconspicuously walked out. I went to the bathroom and cleaned off my skirt as best I could, then changed my pad and changed my underwear. I went back to the class with a slightly damp skirt, and the teacher asked where I had been. I said that I had been to the bathroom, which I had. She then proceeded to shout at me for leaving the class without her permission. She shouted in front of the entire class, and I was on the verge of tears. The entire room of people was looking at me. The skirt was wet, so it looked like I had wet myself” (source).
Blood Stains Everywhere
“This is gonna be pretty gross, so reader beware! I learned that I had a really heavy flow the first 3 days, then it would become lighter. The worst part about it was that almost every month, it would start while I was sleeping, so you can imagine my joy at waking up with blood stains on my sheets and pajamas. One time, I woke up and the blood flow was extremely heavy. My underwear and my pajama pants were soaked, and I remembered how I had a pad in my backpack. So I ripped off the clothes that my blood had eaten and I waddled over to my backpack. During this journey, blood was dripping all over the floor. I had blood stains on my carpet for a really long time. They were pretty big and extremely embarrassing because my family and friends would ask how I got the stain” (source).
Adventurous Guide
“Well I’m a man so I only have one, here goes the tale. I was working in China as an adventure guide and I was staying in a hotel with a female guide (friends not lovers). She was in the bathroom getting ready when she called out that she had run out of tampons and could I please go buy some for her. I agreed and set off for the local supermarket. At the time I was hoping that they would just be obviously packaged in a place I could find. Turns out I was wrong. I walked every isle in the shop a few times and managed to find the pads/liners which I was assured were no good for the white water rafting we had planned for the afternoon. It was crunch time I had to ask someone. My command of mandarin is limited to the absolute basics so I had to resort to the wonderful game of sign language. This game is fine when your buying socks or looking for a bus station, but try to imagine the gestures one must make to describe the necessary actions that go with tampons. Needless to say I made quite the spectacle of myself, by the end of it I was surrounded by the entire staff of young women in the shop and about 30 other spectators. All laughing as my face started to glow red. I was doing inappropriate things with fingers, drawing inappropriate things on paper and generally sending those lovely young shop assistants into paroxysms of raking laughter every other minute. At my wits end after almost an hour of this one of those ladies grabbed my arm and took me over the road to an English speaking pharmacist who was given a blow by blow description by my giggling saviour. With a cheeky smile the pharmacist told me that she could sell me some tampons. My friend nearly died laughing when I told her where I had been for the past hour” (source).
Human Pretzel
“When I was 13 or 14, I decided to use a tampon at school one day. I realized I needed to change tampons so I went to the bathroom between classes. I sat down on the toilet and tried to pull on the tampon string. But it wouldn’t come out and I tried again, and again, and again. I was feeling somewhat panicky because time was running out. I finally had to resort to using my fingers to grasp the tampon and pull it out, not really an easy feat to do in a tight stall. Felt like a human pretzel, but finally got the damn thing out and put a new one in. Went to class and my (male!) teacher gave me a quizzical look and asked ‘What happened’? I shrugged and said ‘Sorry, got stuck in the bathroom.’ Thankfully he did not press me for details” (source).
Maniacally Laughing In Blood
“My ex-girlfriend and I are lying in bed watching a movie in the dark. We are cuddling and stroking each other, you know, like couples do. My stroking is gradually moving towards her panty area. My hand is traveling a little over here and over there, until it finds itself down by the entrance to the hidden cave of magical wonders. I enter the mysterious cave and notice that it’s wet. I think: ‘Gee willikers, she is horny!’ As if already venturing into this magical cave with my hand wasn’t exciting enough, now she is also soaking wet. My nimble hands are really doing the works! So I keep exploring in the dark, and it just keeps getting wetter. So wet in fact that I tell her: ‘Dearie me, you are really wet!’ I’m expected her to moan back to me something along the lines of: ‘Do me right now!’ Instead she replies in the most disinterested tone: ‘Am I?’ I turn on the lights and pull my hand out from the cave. It’s covered in blood. And so is the bed. I panic and run to the bathroom, while my ex-girlfriend, now sitting in blood, is maniacally laughing at me. I was a bloody fool to think my nimble hands would turn her on”(source).
Period or Dying???
“Story isn’t mine it’s my grandmothers. When she first started her period no one told her that it was going to happen. She said she woke up saw that she was bleeding and though this is it this is the end I’m going to die! She made a will and gave all her stuff to her siblings and friends. Later that day her older sister found her sobbing in a closet. She asked her what was the matter and my grandmother screamed ‘I’m dying! I’m bleeding and it won’t stop!’ Her sister then explained that she was not dying she had simply started her menstrual cycle” (source).
In The Washroom For An Hour
“One afternoon I was supposed to meet some friends for a friend’s birthday lunch. I needed to buy my friends gift so I was walking around the whole market area, going for one store to the other. I noticed some people were giving me weird looks but could not understand why. Anyways finally I stood outside a coffee shop texting when suddenly a well dressed man started talking to me. He said ‘I am gonna tell you something which you will find awkward but you should know this. There is huge stain on your skirt. Please look into it.’ I was just mortified and ran inside the coffee shop. I went into the washroom and my worst fear came true. My skirt had huge stain! Like a size of CD for reference and all this while I had no freaking idea about it. I somehow cleaned it with paper towels and hand soap and managed to dry it with the help of the hand blower. I was in the washroom for about an hour and was crying the whole time. Finally I stepped out of the toilet and went back home. I was just way too embarrassed to face anyone. I just told my friends that I wasn’t feeling well” (source).
Blood On The Floor
“I started having periods when I was in fifth grade. During my school would usually have a big floor hockey unit. I sucked at all the other sports, but I loved floor hockey. So much so, that when I noticed something didn’t quite feel right, instead of doing the reasonable thing and asking to use the restroom, I kept playing. While chasing after the puck, I tripped and landed in the splits position. Um, OW. There were a few kids laughing, probably at the shock on my face. But okay, that would be a footnote of embarrassment, if what happened next hadn’t. When I got up, there was blood on the floor. Not very much. I doubt anyone would have noticed if the other defense player hadn’t been standing right next to me when I fell. And he shouted, ‘IS THERE BLOOD ON THE FLOOR?’ Cue the gym erupting in laughter, while the gym teacher rushes me into her office to call my parents for a change of pants” (source).