I was 13, and it was my period. My great-grandfather didn’t know anything til I was 15, and rished to the bathroom when it hit suddenly. He’d looked in the bin afterwards and seen the bloody tampon, and asked me if I had a bloody nose. My mother came in and told him it was ‘woman stuff’. My great-grandad turned to me with horror, abruptly moved away from me. We’re Christians, btw. A few days later we were invited to his house for a meal, and while I was there, my distant family (including 3 cousins, that grandfather and grandma) made sure to make me not go near the kitchen. For example, when I insisted to clean the dishes, they brushed it off and went instead. When I began to become confused, I asked my cousin (youngest,14 at the time, female) why they were oh-so-obviously not making me go to the kitchen. She told me, and I quote, ‘they think you’re dirty. Don’t be offended’. I instinctively thought of my period. Maybe I’m just paranoid…
Later we prayed together, and EVERYONE stayed away from me. I felt kinda alone, and upset.
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