absolute pain of the belt and loop rubbing the top of my arse crack.
I came across this in my mum and dad's bedroom. I asked mum what it was and she told me. A couple of times I heard a crunching sound and went to investigate and it was our cat chewing on the clips of the sanitary belt as it was on the floor.
I tried the sanitary belt on and was embarrassed at the idea of it going up my arse crack and collecting any stray poo. I thought it would be uncomfortable to wear under pants.
I got my first period in my last year of middle school. A teacher discretely asked if I had my period. I said I had.
I know the flush in the school toilets wasn't that powerful and wasn't flushing away the mini-mattress sanitary pads that were available in the late seventies.
I worked up the nerve to use tampons and was patient with myself learning how to insert them comfortably. My mum used Tampax. I did too. A friend used Lil lets. She didn't like applicator tampons. I can't get along with non applicator tampons. I need to launch it into my vagina or I can feel it working it's way towards the front like a late arriving guest in a crowded theatre.
I used the modern sanitary towels that were around in the eighties, including the ones made for thongs.
However, when I needed to use sanitary towels, I rummaged out some big old sanitary towels because that's what I wanted.
Didn't get along with the sanitary towels with wings as I gave myself an impromptu Brazilian every time I sat down.