I got my first period when I was 11. It wasn’t a shock to me as I knew about periods when I was 4. One day I saw Mumma take out a pad from the cupboard and walk towards the bathroom.
“What is that?” A curious 4 year old asked.
Grandma was sitting nearby. She immediately retorted. “Ah thats nothing, its Mumma’s diaper, you play with your doll” she tried distracting me.
Mumma walked toward me and explained “Myra , this is a pad. Just like you used to wear diapers as a baby , Mumma needs to wear this for 3-4 days every month. An egg is formed in Mumma’s body, its like the body is preparing for something. By end of the month the egg then breaks and blood comes out. Its nothing to worry about, it does not hurt Mumma but she needs to wear the pad just like you wear a diaper so that when you pee, the bed or sofa don’t get wet.”
As I grew up Mumma explained more details to me, so I was ready. There was no shame as not just Mumma but Daddy spoke about period as well to me.
Mumma also told me about “the birds and bees” – she told me about sexual abuse when I was as old as 2.5 and could comprehend things. We never used any code words for body parts. I knew I have a vagina and boys have a penis.
She seated me down one day and told me all about sex- it was like an adult to adult conversation though I was far from the age of an adult. She told me that sex is beautiful and both men and women enjoy it. The raging hormones in my body may send me mixed signals, but its important to think about the person with whom I want to have sex. I want it to be a memorable experience and not something I want to look back at with regret or bitter feelings. She hoped that I would confide in her like a friend, she couldn’t put tabs on me as I was a grown up girl. She wanted to give me freedom and she hoped I act responsibly. The most comforting part for me was when she said “Myra remember your Daddy and I are always there with you. Anything good or bad, its this place called home when you will always find a cup of your favourite chocolate milk and someone who will listen to you without judging you.”
These words still ring loud and clear in my ears. The day I want to celebrate my victory or simply rant or cry aloud because life has been unfair I know there is this one place that will never fail me. I wish every child gets this kind of a home.
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My theme for the challenge is
“A slice of life through Myra’s eyes” – a fictional tale of growing up and learning some vital lessons about self love, feminism, sisterhood, a working woman and the essence of being a woman in urban India.