It was the single most embarrassing experience of my life. It wouldn’t be if it happened now, but at the time of the ‘terrible toilet paper incident’ I was thirteen. And anything that happens at thirteen has the capacity to scar for life. I still feel sick when I tell this story.
I was a sporty kid. I played basketball. By thirteen I was almost six feet tall and not completely uncoordinated. I trained up to two hours a day and every weekend.
Once my period arrived, this created a problem. You see, I couldn’t use tampons (I couldn’t get them in. I think my hymen had been hand-stitched by nuns), and I had a lot of embarrassment about the whole thing. Then there was this inexplicable requirement during the early Eighties for girls playing basketball to wear what were known as ‘briefs’. The word basically tells you what they were. Undies. While the boys got to wear big comfortable shorts, we girls had to wear high-cut Lycra pants. They were like swimming bottoms. Or dance pants.
They barely managed to contain arse cheeks and pubic hair, so a sanitary pad (which in those days were made in the same factory as ceiling insulation bats) was absolutely impossible to conceal. It looked like I was smuggling a salami.
So this is how it happens. I am playing in the grand finals of a state championship, somewhere in north Queensland, like Townsville or Mareeba. (I can’t really remember which. All I know was it was fricking hot.) The stadium is full of people because we’re playing the home team. I got my period that morning.
I thought I was going to make it through a championship bleed free, but no, my uterus had other ideas. It wanted to be the star! I won’t wear a pad in those sports briefs. Firstly because they’re too big and embarrassing. But also because I didn’t bring any with me and I’m not going to ask anyone. (As a kid I was perfecting the ‘pretend it’s not happening and it will go away’ technique that works so well. Try it with teen pregnancy!) So I decide to roll up some toilet paper to make a pad. Very crafty. (These days you could put it on Etsy.) Any woman who’s had to hand-roll her own toilet paper pad knows exactly what I made: a hard clump of paper which I then wedged in my undies.