I don’t know if this quite qualifies as a confession, but it’s my decision so I’ll say it does.
I was 28 years old before I figured out why my mother told me to wrap pads in tp or in the wrapper the next one comes in before throwing them away. At the time, I thought it was to hide them better.
Take into consideration, though, that I didn’t wear pads (diapers) for over 10 years. I hadn’t used one since I discovered the superiority of the tampon. I went back to using light pads after I went back on birth control pills. (I didn’t take the pill from around 2002-2008. Originally I went off it due to lack of sex and stayed off due to sheer laziness and the fact that I hate the gyno. I only went back on it, oddly enough, after I got married.)
I don’t remember having any kind of problem the first time I went on the pill. When I started taking them again I was spotting. For a month or two. Everyday.
I couldn’t wear tampons everyday because it started to hurt after a few days. It wasn’t much blood so I think it was just too dry to be removing them and putting a new one in all the freaking time. So it was either wear a pad or ruin every thong I own.
It was a tough decision but in the end I decided to wear a pad. And when I got done with the pad I thought ‘why waste my time wrapping this in tp?’ and threw it in the garbage can in my bathroom. I’m so lazy.
I thought my mother was nuts and didn’t see the genius in her plan. Until it was time to take out the trash. (My husband is very lucky that I just happened to take out the trash because he probably would have freaked. Germaphobe.)
I dumped the little trash can from the bathroom into the big trashcan in the kitchen and, when I turned it around to look at it, there was about 6 pads stuck to the side of the can. So I got the fun job of picking them off the trashcan and throwing them in the garbage.
This is why I should always listen to my mother.
