People often say you never forget your first deeply personal experience. Mine, however, is marked by fear and chaos rather than joy. Instead of feeling excitement or nervous anticipation, I remember tears streaming down my face while a close friend held my hand and medical staff worked urgently around me. What should have been intimate became a frightening sequence of events — a panicked bathroom scene, hours of hospital examinations, and memories that linger far beyond the physical recovery.
When complications happen, the result is confusion, shame, and fear. I know now that with proper knowledge about my body, safety, and communication, the outcome could have been entirely different.