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I ended up in hospital after the first time I had sex<\/h1>\n\n\n\n
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I was in my late teens when I first had sex (Picture: Getty Images)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

My knuckles were white as I gripped the hospital bed rail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then tears slipped down my face as my best friend and a nurse held my legs apart, while another nurse inserted gauze into my vagina to try and stop the bleeding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everyone always says you\u2019ll remember the first time you have sex, but I\u2019d thought it would be because of how awkward it would be. My first time featured a blood-stained bed, carpet, bathtub and three different hospital rooms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So after my disastrous first time, I want to make sure others don\u2019t have to go through the same thing \u2013 and that starts with this cautionary tale and a call for better sex education for all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was in my late teens when I first had sex with a boy I was dating at the time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On that fateful day, he\u2019d booked a hotel room but it never even crossed my mind that I\u2019d lose my virginity. Needless to say, I was completely unprepared for it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even before we got to the room, I was nervous to the point of feeling nauseous. He made me feel too anxious and jittery. I didn\u2019t know how to behave or what to even say around him \u2013 I felt awkward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As we got down to it, there was no foreplay for me and he didn\u2019t touch me anywhere other than my chest. Looking back, I should\u2019ve seen this could cause issues.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It felt like a piercing pain when he put it in and I remember thinking that something was wrong, but I didn\u2019t know what. He asked if I was on my period and I said no.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the sight of the blood, panic flooded my system \u2013 I felt scared and anxious. It looked completely different to period blood, in the sense that it was more fresh and looked like it was never-ending.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He asked: \u2018Why are you bleeding so much?\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t know the answer. I felt shaken.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was pain and there was blood, but the blood made the room look like a crime scene. It spilled everywhere in a gushing waterfall, staining through the bedspread and into the mattress, down the sides of the bed frame and onto the carpet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After the bleeding started and we stopped having sex, I started using sanitary pads to try to stop the bleeding. When I got through six of them, I decided to call 111 and they asked if the sex was consensual and to describe the events that led up to it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They told me to go to the nearest walk-in centre. At this point, I\u2019d nearly fainted once and felt dizzy, like my entire body was experiencing pins and needles. My mouth was so dry. All I could think was that my family would kill me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We went to the local walk-in centre \u2013 where they told me I had to go to A&E, I almost passed out, breaking my phone screen when it slipped out of my hand, as they didn\u2019t have the equipment to find out what was wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I ended up telling a nurse that I didn\u2019t want my parents knowing I\u2019d had sex because I wasn\u2019t supposed to be having it<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Enough to demand our pleasure and have our needs met.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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