The concern all started with an Eilat trip. I was on my period and about to go there for a few days with my friends, and being that I never mustered up the courage to learn how to properly put in a tampon (it hurt once when I was 11 and then again at 13 and I gave up trying), this was the perfect opportunity to try. It also helped that I was dating my soon-to-be husband at the time and knew that getting a tampon in was probably a necessary first step before marriage.
I had four friends coaching me at different times, each one stepping up to the plate after the previous one had failed, and all with claims that they were able to teach even the most scared girl in their bunk at camp. I guess I was even more of a scaredy-cat because it did not work. At all. And that’s when I had an inkling that maybe something was wrong. Maybe it was more than just the fear of sticking an unknown white thing into my body. Because I knew the right angles, knew the best positions to stand in, and really, truly tried to get it in. But it hurt. Really hurt. [Read more…]