Emma L • Nevada • 23
So I was in intermediate school with my now-boyfriend, J. We were on the playground when he screamed about my pants being bloody. I looked and there was a huge blood stain on my pants. I freaked out thinking I was dying (like most do) and went to the nurse. The nurse did nothing and got mad at me for wasting her time.
I was to go to J's house after school because we were working on a project. At his house, I still had the bloodstain and it was getting worse. His grandma noticed and pulled me aside to explain. I was humiliated, but she gave me a pad so we could continue on with our project. J asked what happened and I reluctantly explained. He didn't seem too disgusted with it and we're together so I guess it doesn't bother him that much!
