Innocence

I was 17 years old and going to the doctor’s.  “Why are you here today?”  Mom spoke up and told her that Aunt Flo was protesting my body!  Her first reaction?  “Wow, you are lucky!”  I didn’t feel lucky… I felt embarrassed, boyish and so badly wanted to be like all of my friends.   We began the process of getting to the bottom of my vagina problems, beginning with an ultrasound.  Not fun on a full bladder!  Pushed and poked for about 20 minutes… It was a long as 20 minutes!  I couldn’t wait let loose in the nearest toilet!  Then she performed the typical vaginal exam.  AWKWARD!  In all my years, my vagina had only seen toilet paper in it!  Diagnosis time.  “We are going to put you on birth control to see if we can regulate your cycle.”  Birth control?  “Birth control can be used for many different things, and the bonus is that you will be prepared for safe sex.”  What the hell?  I wasn’t about to engage in some crazy fun youthful sex!  Sex?  How could I have sex with a boy when the mere thought of it gave me insta-shits?!  Was I a lesbian?  Would I be alone for the rest of my life?  I am not normal.  Well, my period came.  Every month.  Now I understand why she said I was “lucky!”