I started at 11, almost 12.
Wash ,'The Message'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
And now that crying jag is done. Dammit. Smack upside the head out of nowhere.
I must remember that all legal and non-harmful coping methods are good things. Damned Puritans. Distraction is my friend.
Oh, Connie. Ambush crying attacks are the worst.
I cannot remember when I started. Am I supposed to remember that? I remember the ridiculous thong-things we had to wear before somebody invented the adhesive strip on the back of the pads.
I remember the ridiculous thong-things we had to wear before somebody invented the adhesive strip on the back of the pads.
Oh, god, yes.
I remember the ridiculous thong-things we had to wear before somebody invented the adhesive strip on the back of the pads.
I only know about those from Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret. And the new editions of that book has that part rewritten, so that it talks about the adhesive strip pads, instead.
My mom showed me one of those and I was horrified.
hil,
that is an abomination.
My housemate is watching the DVD extras of Despicable Me 2 now that we've got the Blue Ray player working. He laughs so delightedly. Thank God I'm not coming home to an empty house.
And I finally get to watch the extras on the Avengers blue ray I have.
I was in fifth grade. I think I was 12. I know that next year I will be the age my mom was when I started feeling like I was the one with the teenaged daughter. For years my cycle was clockwork-ish, the only reason it did not start on the same day every month is that months are different lengths.
At the beginning of the year, one of the individuals I work with started taking hormones to regulate her emotional balance (her parents had had her have a hysterectomy but left ovaries intact ages ago so she never had any menses) because behavioral data showed that she had a spike in violent behavior once a month. So, anyway, when she started on the hormones... I skipped a period. I figure we had been synchronized. Now that she's not cycling so to speak, my own cycle got a little untethered. I started tracking it on my iPad calendar. And it is showing certain amount of variation as to how many days in between menses. Bleh. Useful data.