So, I thought I was shot... when I was ten.
Let me tell you the story:
It was Thanksgiving morning.... the air was crisp, the sun hiding behind a layer of clouds...
[honestly I don't know what the weather was like.... it was 21 years ago]
I had turned 10 the summer before, and I was very naive.... keep that in mind.
I woke up, disoriented in a dark room at my grandparents house.
I also woke up with a severe, crippling pain, it felt as though I was dying slowly.
I turned on the light to get ready for the day [I crawled to the light switch-lets be honest.]
And as I pulled myself up to the light and propped my broken body against the wall I looked down... to my horror I had been shot. The pain all made sense. I had been shot.
I crawled to the hall-shouting out for help- "PLEASE SOMEONE, HELP, I'VE BEEN SHOT!'
no one answered, everyone left me to die.
Typical....
who shot me? was it someone I knew?
I made it to the kitchen, that 25 feet of bloody, desperate crawling really made my gun shot wound ache even more.....
There in the glow of the florescent kitchen lights was my cousin, 14 year old male cousin half way through puberty and thankful a brother to 5 girls- and looking completely terrified.
"What's wrong, Beth?"
"Jordan.... I've been shot."
"What?? Where??"
"I don't know where! But I've been shot. I'm in so much pain... and no one is here... AND JORDAN.... there is blood EVERYWHERE. I am not going to make it much longer... I can tell."
His face seemed to look less terrified, almost calm. [Not the reaction I was wanting in this moment of slow, painful death]
"B, I think I know what is going on. You are going to be ok."
YOU KNOW NOTHING YOU IDIOT.... -I thought very loudly but kept to myself because I needed his help.
"I think you started your period.... this is normal, I'll show you what you need to do. Everyone goes through this."
"OH.... DO YOU??"
"Well no, not everyone.... just women"
"Well, that's not even fair" [cue me literally sobbing uncontrollably]
Since everyone was next door rehearsing their Thanksgiving music special at the church [my grandpa was a pastor and the church was on the same plot as the house] Jordan went in the bathroom and found a weird square package and a tube package.... they both looked terrifying.
"One goes on your underwear... the other one.... in you. I don't know but you'll figure it out-I'll go find our moms"
"IN ME????? NOPE. Wait outside the door, what if I die?"
"You're not going to die."
I DIDN'T DIE.
You guys, I DIDN'T die.
Later that day I found out I had a Vagina... and what a Vagina was. That was a little shocking. Also found out what a period was. That was disgusting... AND THEN I found out that it happened monthly... and I asked to have a Penis instead. Apparently that takes a surgery and our insurance didn't cover it.
All this story to let ya'll know... My daughter thought she was shot this week. [she didn't really, I've been preparing her for this for about a year... she's read the books, had her first moon supplies, etc. my trauma made me over prepare her]
I feel officially old.
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| Why can't you just be 4 again? |
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