The worst situation you ever got your period in.

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Oh gosh, I dont really want to say much about the situation. Lets just say a period stain on my pants + my already odd behavior caused the head coordinator of this hospital volunteering office and probably others too look upon me disgust and never want to see me again? That was in the mist of a very depressing summer. Otherwise, I dont think anything that bad has really happen to me? But thats a question mark because, thats the only time I ever go majorly busted for it. Well its on the past. Just know that I dont trust certain types of deceptive characters.

A psych ward, seriously, no joke. They wouldn't allow me any pain medicine without a doctor's approval which took forever to get so I was in pain for several hours and it wasn't fun.

I also could not use tampons...

Edit: I also remember that I had the worst diarrhea and they at first did not know what what wrong for the first thirty minutes and I was a bit too embarrased to tell them because well... who ever gets her period in a psych ward? I never heard of such a thing before. They took my blood pressure and gave me some tests and it hurt so bad that I did screamed how I want to die so they kept me there through the weekend.

Ironically it was quite light compared to most. I hardly bled anything.

Oh I forgot the time I was taking a summer class in university. It came one evening during class, and I was wearing thin white pants! I zoomed to the washroom and took off my pants and scrubbed it in the sink forever, until the stain is not very visible, then blew it under the hand dryer until it's not too damp. Must have taken nearly half an hour. I needed to take bus home and that's another 45 minutes, I couldn't just wear pants like that.

The positive thing about it was the class was a higher level calculus class in the math building, so there was nearly no girls around. I stood there half naked washing my pants and not a single person came in.

I would also have to say during class in the 7th grade, and it happened that I had on some light colored pants so the stain did show. While I did have an extra pad in my bag, by the time I was able to use it, I already had a stain, so I spent the rest of the day with my jacket tied around my waist. As PE was my last class of the day, I just wore those shorts home, and made sure I brought them to school the next day.

I'm always aware that mine's coming a week before it does; the grumpiness, fruit and water cravings, and sore nipples are major clues. When all that starts, I make sure I'm carrying pads around with me.
Plus I get spotting before the main flow, so I don't get surprised by it suddenly gushing out.

My freshman year of high school, I didn't realize I had started my period until I got to the school wearing white shorts. I only had a regular size tampon, and my flow was so heavy it only lasted about forty minutes. By the time my first class ended, I had bled through my shorts. Luckily, my female math teacher noticed, took pity on me, and gave me a pass to go to the gym so I could change into my gym shorts and wear them for the rest of the day.
A couple of months later, I got my period in Mexico. I had tampons, so I was able to manage it most of the trip, but one day my grandmother and I went to look at some ruins and got lost. We looked for our group for about an hour, and I knew I desperately needed to change my tampon, but we were too busy looking for our group to look for a bathroom. We eventually walked by a restroom (a crappy, dirty one with napkin-like toilet paper, but desperate times call for desperate measures.) I asked if I could go in, and she insisted on holding my purse while I used the restroom. I had to explain why I needed a handbag to go to the bathroom.
Oh, I almost forgot...I got my second period on the first day of a beach vacation in the islands. I didn't know how to use tampons yet, and my sister had to help me. My mom had such a rough time buying them for me, from a woman who insisted I was too young for them. Lady, we're on a beach and you expect me to use pads?!
P.S. My first period arrived one hour before a horseback-riding lesson.
Wow, this was long. I guess I had bad luck period-wise, at least for the first year or so I had it.

In middle school, 6th grade I think....it was almost time to go home and my maxi-pad wasn't holding up so I went to the office so they could get my mom to come and get me. They of course wanted to know why and I was so embarrassed it was really hard to explain it to them. lol my boobs started growing when I was 10 and my period started when I was 12. My sister didn't get her period or boobs till she was 14 I remember she was a bit jealous and so I told her having a period sucks, ironically she gets way worse cramps than I do....some clinic prescribed her vicodin for her period cramps cause that is how bad she gets them.

I was on a college tour of Johns Hopkins a couple years ago, and I had put on a pad that morning because I knew my period was about to come anytime then. But my mom found out and told me to take out the pad because pads don't let the skin breathe. While we were outside on the tour that same day, guess what finally came.

This doesn't really count as actually being a perioud, but it was before it started, you know, PMT.

What happened was, the other week, I noticed it was late (as usual) and I went online, but no one was there. I almost cried. I realised that this could be because of PMT, so I explained that to the teacher who helps me at school when i got in a bad mood the next day. And then, I went online again, and the person I wanted to talk to didn;t show up AGAIN, so I cried even more. The next day, tje same thing repeated, only I was angry this time. And because of all this stress, my body wasn;t allowing me to eat a lot, causing worry for my parents. The next day, I felt a bit better, and I finally got to talk to 2 or3 people. Then it started the day after the next day.

I'm not proud of how I acted, I seemed so demanding, and i would say that becaus of peole being too busy to come and talk to me online, that was the worst time for me to go through PMT, because that made it worse.

Well this isn't about me,but my friend called me from the bathroom of a friend's house and had to get me to instruct her how to put her first tampon in.Pretty memorable !

Every period that I've had since I had my first period at the age of 10, sounds about right.

At my little sister's kyokushin club while sitting on a white chair

I'm always wearing Tena panty liners anyway, so I've got a couple of hours to change into a pad when mine come. That usually involves either going home at lunch or going to the supermarket to buy some. If they start in the morning they don't get heavy and crampy until the afternoon.

I was absolutely paranoid about leaks in my teens; forever checking my backside, going to the toilet, constantly checking the chairs for red after I stood up, wearing hoodies tied around my waist. I'm glad I wasn't the only one who used to wear bike shorts for extra security .

When I was 12 and going to be a bridesmaid, wearing a light-coloured dress. This was in my early days of having it, though, and I managed to get round it so no one knew (Except those I told).

Another time was last year, when I was on a trip, I don't often get pains but I was really hurting, so bad that I felt ashamed afterwards because of the fuss I caused the teachers. I had a painkiller and eventually felt better.

I got my first period a couple of weeks before 9/11, an hour or so before a male friend of the family came to the house. Good timing, really--I was finished by the time 9/11 happened.

I had a lot of trouble with my period in school. I couldn't seem to pack pads, and my mom gradually stopped in interest of "independence" in the fifth grade (I started kindergarten a year late).

I hope this is okay to share here. I never understood my mom's reaction when I told her I got my period for the first time, and now I'm realizing it may have to do with my mom having AS. (And I realize that AS affects everyone differently- the story below is just about what my mom did and I don't think that anyone here would have necessarily reacted in the same way.)

I was really upset about getting my period. When I told my mother, I said that I was really embarrassed and that I absolutely didn't want her to tell my dad. Without reacting, she simply looked at me and said "But I have to tell him. He's the one who has to go to the supermarket to get the pads."

At the time, I was really upset over this because she didn't show much understanding of how upset I was about it, and she didn't save me from the embarrassment of my dad knowing by taking me to the supermarket herself. It made me feel that I couldn't talk to her.

Now, I see the entire situation differently. It seems that my mother didn't look at my starting my period as an emotional, scary thing where I needed empathy and support, but a logical problem to be solved regarding how to get the pads. (she only had tampons). She felt a logical explanation of why she needed to tell my father was all I would need to understand.

Also, she has tremendous anxiety about going to the supermarket that I didn't understand, and now that I'm reading more about AS it seems that she finds supermarkets extremely overwhelming to deal with. It's really interesting to look back on it with a different perspective.

I don't really have any stories of getting my period unexpectedly in a bad situation- I'm lucky that it's really light when I start so I usually don't have to worry about being unprepared. I tend to feel happy and relieved when I start- because it means I won't have to deal with PMS again for a while.