Now, of course, there is a whole department to choose from. I inquired of my mother about tampons. She was horrified. She never did tell me why I couldn't use them.
So, thongs? Really? Those sanitary belts used to dig into your body with an uncomfortable sensation quite unlike anything else! I cannot imagine CHOOSING to do it. From what I've seen, the middle section would also become enmeshed in a sensitive spot.
Although I no longer have a need for them, Thank God for adhesives.
Re: tampons and Mom: -- When tampons first appeared on the scene, my sisters and I asked our Mom if could try them, but she replied with a horrified, "No!" We didn't understand, at least I didn't, but in retrospect, I think she believed that inserting tampons would cause us to lose our virginity.
A funny/painful true story (oxymoron in that title):
My older sister eventually tried tampons and after a few days, abruptly stopped using them and reverted to pads for the rest of her menstrual years (30+ years).
Why? She eventually told me, and we both ended up laughing our a**es off!
Older sister didn't realize that the cardboard applicator was supposed to be removed after insertion of tampon, and didn't know what the dangling string meant. So she ended up with 3 or 4 tampons and applicators inserted inside and couldn't fathom why she was in pain! She finally figured it out and removed everything, never to return to tampon land again!
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I didn't start using tampons until I was in my late 30's... but I have since switched to this thing called a Moon Cup that I love... Hopefully tho I won't need anything too much longer.
Thongs??? Why would anyone want to do that to themselves???
It didn't come back till 6 months later, and by that time I knew what was going on. Yes, I had to wear the stupid belt, but I promptly 'disobeyed' my mom and got tampons.
So happy to say I no longer have to deal with this
Honestly, I do not remember the exact wording, and I was HIGHLY confused what they were so happy about. Around the same time my mom bought maxi pads, and was trying to explain it to me, but I still had no clue what she was talking about.
When I finally got my period I thought I was dying. My mom was upset, not so much at me but at the situation. I think she was disappointed that I was no longer a little girl.
[This message edited by Dark Inertia at 4:13 PM, March 16th (Sunday)]
We've come a long way, baby.
Of course, then I wound up raising two boys and found out how preoccupied they are with their equipment from birth on. Very little room for prudery when you have curious children around.
So, of course, me being me... I told every single boy I saw.... I even showed them the sample supplies.
I didn't believe in ignorance... even then. That probably why I became a teacher.
I'm quite convinced that thongs are instruments of torture. Hate the things. Also not attractive sticking out the back of your jeans when you're building train tracks or running cars along the floor with your toddler.
Chin up. Unwavering. Fight. I can do this.
It's simple and easy to use and way less expensive then purchasing monthly tampons and pads... it's clean and I find it most comfortable of all the options.
[This message edited by GabyBaby at 8:02 PM, March 16th (Sunday)]
WH#2 (SorryinSac)- Killed himself in our home 6 days after being served divorce docs.
XWH #1 - legally married 18yrs. 12+ OW (that I know of).
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The belt predates me, but I remember my mom telling me about it. I seriously couldn't figure it out in my brain. Up until I Googled it (five minutes ago ) I thought the belt went on the outside of your pants, like a regular belt. Either way, it seems way too complicated.
I'm also kinda lucky in that there have always been ultra thin pads available to me. I stuck with them until I was in my 20s, then tampons, then the cup about 4 years ago. Best decision I ever made.
I've been using the Instead soft cup for years---and would never return to anything else. It's a bazillion times more comfortable than anything else.
You younger women have no idea.
We were NOT allowed to wear pants of any type in high school. This was the late 60's -70's. I guess they thought Boys would not be able to control themselves if they saw the feminine shape. In 1970, we changed the dress code to allow pantsuits. A new principal tried to change that. We went on strike, marching all around the school. That guy didn't last long, and we thought we were all powerful.
As a young teacher, we still were discouraged from wearing pants, pantsuits permitted on occasion, but not really. Imagine crawling on the floor with kindergarten students! Much money spent on pantyhose!
But my mom was raised at a time when no one talked about that stuff...so she didn't tell me anything about what was going to happen at puberty. Nothing.
Thank god I was a late bloomer...so I learned everything I needed to know from my friends. And thank goodness I had a job so I could buy my own tampons and not use the 7 inch thick maxi pads my mom stocked the bathroom with.
Through most of HS I had to use the belt/maxi. I didn't really know there was anything else. And tampons?!? Mother told me "We don't believe in those!" I remember thinking WTF? What is there to believe in?
When I had my first son, in the hospital I was given a belt & pad again. OMG reliving my nightmare. I mean, come on - it was 1986 and adhesives had been out for years by now.
I wisened up with my second and packed my own pads for after giving birth. The army-bitch nurse did NOT like that at all because it was too absorbent. Oh well... I now must look into these cups you speak of. Sadly I still need them. Gyno tells me I'm lucky because I am still producing my own estrogen. Define *lucky*
Married: 11 years, no kids
Character is destiny
All feminine hygiene products (as well as deodorant and toilet paper) were kept behind the counter. So my grandmother announced to the man behind the counter that she needed a box of Kotex. Then she pointed at me and said, "It's her first monthly you know." In that super loud "whisper" that old people use.
Wanted. To. Die.
I love Instead, but they are so hard to find!