Just for fun, I've now spent 6 days on my death bed so I'm running out of things to do. I'll start..
For context, I used to be a very shy and self conscious person. I started a relationship with a man abit older than me by 9 years
I was 18 at the time and had only been with him around 6 months, his mother had passed away a couple of weeks earlier so it was only him, his dad and his two brothers, a house full of men.
I stayed over his house one night but I was on my period, so I went to the bathroom before bed to remove my tampon.
Their bathroom bin had no bin liner or anything in it so I got in a right state of panic thinking if I out it in their someone will see it or if its gets left there for ages they will smell it. So I only had one option.. flush my tampon. Now I know you're never supposed to do this, and it's the first time I attempted it. Karma hit me hard for not listening to instructions.
My tampon didn't flush, it just floated back to the top, after a further flush it still wouldn't go down. I was almost swearing at this point I'd already been in the toilet long enough for him to think I must have been having a massive poo!
So my panicked mind did the worst thing, I picked my tampon out of the water, and wrapped in in near enough an entire roll of toilet paper. Snuck it out of the bathroom.. not thinking of my next move.
I got back into boyfriends bedroom and almost broke down, explaining to him that I couldn't flush it so had to throw it in the bin in his room and he must dispose of it straight away! He was fine he didn't even bat an eyelid.. until I dropped it in the bin. The combination of my completely absorbed tampon and all of the loo roll being dropped into a hard plastic bin made the loudest thud in history. I tried hard not to look him in the eye, and failed. I swear I read his mind.. "dirty bitch"
Anyone top that? 