I do not remember the actual moment of first blood. I do remember having this instinct to be gentle with myself. I wanted to be curled up in a dimly lit room with incense and a candle burning and something yummy to eat and drink.
I had back cramps and also wanted something warm for my back. I was made fun of and mocked for wanting a hot pack for my cramps (by my mother). I was feeling down about not having a menstruation celebration. I was grieving that no one around me valued this moment. My boyfriend and brother said I must have PMS. It has been so long since I thought about that moment in my life. Thanks for the reflection.