I Thought I Was Dying

I will never forget the day because it was also the date of an historical event here in Australia.

We officially gave up British currency ( pounds/shillings and pence)  and embraced decimal currency !

February 14th 1966.

I will also remember that I had not been told about the *birds & bees* and knew nothing of menstration.

( this, of course was pre- google by several decades)

I came home from school and told my mother what was happening to me, she said she was expecting it based upon my symptoms over the previous weeks.

I felt betrayed because she could have saved me so much grief by simply giving me basic information.  I immediately told my sister ( she is only a year younger and could expect her's any time)   My sister was a trained nurse when our younger sister became close to her time, and mother hadn't changed ( little sis was also in the dark when it came to the talk about the female body)  so my nurse sister told her what to expect.

My mother had five children and managed to raise them all without ever telling any of them a word about sex or their body's functions.

 The war generation !!!!!
c8lorraine c8lorraine
11 Responses Aug 12, 2010

Haha Well I come from a family with 5 sisters no brothers just us girls and my dad oh and his dog... Well she never gave us the talk we sort of just figured it out on our own... Plus we had Sex Ed in middle school... Now that all of my sisters with the exception of my 11 year old and 3 year sister are all going through puberty or already have we talk about it on daily basis... I am 16 and just got my first period 2 days ago! Yelp haha late bloomer... : D My mom never told me about periods or anything after sex ed i knew all i needed to know then i understood why my mother bled for a week outta the month. I realized why my oldest sister acted like a complete ***** more then usual! I figured out why my dad hated being here for that one week every month and always was doing yard work even when it was 30 below outside haha! Yeah I dont know why moms dont tell there kids about it but I guess we all just figure it out on own! Eventually! haha

Gosh for a guy you know more about the "supplies" than I did !

heheheheh we wish !

Strange that you say that about the generation thing, yes, I find that now with my grandkids, they will say things like, 'why do you both have to be grummpy at the same time? can't you take something to make one of you get it later?', this to their mother and sister.

Wow it was definitely a generation thing then !<br />
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Oh I remember the "supplies" I felt the whole world was staring at me !

Oh my Lord! This brought back memories! My mom had been gone for a year and a half, and Gran hadn't said anything to me. I had no idea! I fell off my horse quite badly the day before and was very sore all over. I woke up the next morning and was in a (small) pool of blood. I screamed and swooned and re-enacted the Dying Swan (at least my version of it). I was, afterall, a real Drama Queen. My Gran just laughed at me! I was petrified, infuriated, sore and humiliated all at the same time. She kept me home from school as she hadn't prepared for this either, and needed the necessary supplies. Which were produced and sent me further into shock, horror and hysteria. The pads must have been at least a foot long with loops at the ends. These loops were to catch onto a hideous, and hugely uncomfortable 'belt' around the waist to hold the massive pad in place. I was mortified! I was the first among my peers to bring up the taboo subject at the Convent and some of the girls were like me, completely in the dark! Fortunately one of my step-mothers friends heard about this and introduced me to Tampax. Not that it was of any use to me, I couldn't get the damned thing in! But she also brought along some of the 'new', modern pads that were far more comfortable, discreet and inspired more confidence. HORRORS! <br />
Mom's you HAVE to inform your daughters early and in a very matter-of-fact, non-threatening, non-scary, practical way. In fact I informed my sons when they were young teens. They are quite comfortable about the intricacies of women's personal monthly event. Very solicitous, and understanding (albeit in a slightly condescending macho way) too.<br />
Loved this story and the comments! X@

At least that silence stopped finally with you! It just seems so terrible that generations of girls were taught that there was something shameful about being a woman!

I made me doubly certain that I would be open and honest with my children regardless of gender.

That is so typical... not telling someone something SO BASIC and so capable of releaving so much grief and worry, out of some idea that anything to do with the vagina is dirty. sigh.<br />
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At least my Dad tried telling me himself, before turning me over to his sister, my aunt. Between her and school I was prepared!

Sure glad things have changed, I still don't understand a lot from my mother's generation. I mean...they ironed underwear and bath towels ! Who has that sort of energy? They boiled bed sheets until they were white, the scrubbed floors on their knees because "that's the only way to get them clean" <br />
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I think the whole generation was OCC

Your post brought memories flying back...!! I can remember thinking, gee I'll get out of doing the tea dishes... lol