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Let It Bleed
One morning in fifth grade, I was just going about my usual business: brushed my teeth, pulled my pants down to pee...
"Oh my God... I shit in my pants!!!"
I was mortified by my rectal incompetence!
But wait, it didn't really look like shit; it was brown, but it had more of a soupy texture. I didn't know what to do with this, so I just took off my chaddi and presented it to my mom.
At first even she was surprised.
"You didn't get hurt, right?"
"I don't think so; I never felt anything there."
"OK, well... it looks like you got your period."
Oh. I remembered her telling me about this period thing. I would start bleeding every month because later I would have to have a baby, and I couldn't go to the temple when I had this thing, but I thought that was going to be when I was 13 or 14, not 10!
"So what do I do now??"
She went to the closet and came back with a small green package.
"This is a maxi-pad. You just tape it to your underwear so it covers the hole where you are bleeding from- you know, that is where the baby comes from. Do you want me to tape it for you?"