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Blessed Blood #tabootalks

Blessed Blood #tabootalks


Every teenage girl’s first time experiencing their first monthly bleed can be daunting, frightening, awkward, embarrassing, or in the rare few actually quite liberating.

In a world that mostly keeps quiet or shames the natural cycles of womanhood we want to turn the burdensome stories into a blessed and sacred part of our lives, honouring the power of our pussies.

Today I am welcoming Kaitlin O’Conner, a well known creatress in the spiritual world of Instagram to share her story of her first bleed.

“It was 4.00am on an Australian summer night in January. I was 14 and woke up to a warm damp feeling between my legs.

I reached my fingers slowly down, hoping to discover that I did not, in fact, wet myself. My left hand reached for my touch lamp as my right hand resurfaced, covered in blood.

I didn’t feel horrified. I was relieved.

Finally. Most of my friends had already started their bleed.

I didn’t want to wake my mum to ask for a pad, so instead I found myself stuffing toilet paper into my underwear and hoping that would last me until mum woke up.

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My mum was heavily pregnant and busy showering after organising my 5 younger siblings for their morning breakfast.

I knocked on the door and poked my head in. My heart racing so fast and somehow beating up in my throat.

I felt like I was in trouble- for no reason.

I wanted to just take care of it myself- she already had so much to take care of.

My first bleed, buried in the fear of being a burden.

I whispered, “I think I have my period mum”

And she smiled and pointed to the draw under the sink where she kept pads. She had been monitoring my drastic mood changes for months- likely waiting for her first daughter to begin her bleed.

I got a pad and that was that.

We didn’t speak about it, it was just another part of life.

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I think back to that time now, knowing what I know now- part of me is happy about the simplicity of my first bleed.

Knowing that that was the very beginning of my rite of passage from girl to woman.

Part of me, is sad, for the little girl who felt like her bleed was a burden, that becoming a woman was a burden. That it wouldn’t be spoken about. Not because it was bad- but just not that important.

I can see how that played out as a pattern for most of my teenage years and has translated into one of my biggest learnings- that being a woman is the furthest things from a burden, and that it so deserves to be celebrated.

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I think to the day I’ll one day have a daughter and it makes me emotional at the responsibility and honour I’ll have as her mother to initiate her into her own woman-hood.”



Read the rest of this post which is continued over on Kaitlin’s Instagram

@garden.of.venus

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