{"id":13089,"date":"2026-11-12T21:12:04","date_gmt":"2026-11-12T21:12:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/flashstorynews.com\/?p=13089"},"modified":"2026-11-12T21:12:05","modified_gmt":"2026-11-12T21:12:05","slug":"young-woman-hospitalized-after-havingsee-more-12","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/flashstorynews.com\/?p=13089","title":{"rendered":"Young woman hospitalized after having\u2026See more"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>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<p>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<p>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<p>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<p>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<p>Even before we got to the room, I was nervous to the point of feeling nauseous. He made me feel too anxious and jittery.&nbsp;I didn\u2019t know how to behave or what to even say around him \u2013&nbsp;I felt awkward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>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<p>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<p>At the sight of the blood, panic flooded my system \u2013&nbsp;I felt scared and anxious.&nbsp;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<p>He asked: \u2018Why are you bleeding so much?\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I didn\u2019t know the answer. I felt shaken.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>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<p>After the bleeding started&nbsp;and we stopped having sex,&nbsp;I started using sanitary pads to try to stop the bleeding. When I got through six of them, I decided to call 111 and&nbsp;they asked if the sex was consensual and to describe the events that led up to it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>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<p>We&nbsp;went to the local walk-in centre&nbsp;\u2013 where they told me I had to go to A&amp;E,&nbsp;I almost passed out, breaking my phone screen when it slipped out of my hand,&nbsp;as they didn\u2019t have the equipment to find out what was wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>On the way there,&nbsp;alone, I nearly fainted again in the Uber \u2013 the driver had to pull over and get me a packet of cereal bars and a bottle of water, which helped.&nbsp;While in the waiting room, I\u2019d managed to contact my best friend and by the time I\u2019d been taken into one of the wards for serious injuries, she\u2019d arrived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When I arrived at A&amp;E \u2013&nbsp;about an hour and a half after the bleeding first started&nbsp;\u2013 I saw two gynaecologists and a revolving door of nurses \u2013 all women. One of the medical staff told me that if the bleeding didn\u2019t stop by the next day, I would have to go into surgery.\u2018You have a tear on both your vaginal walls,\u2019&nbsp;someone said to me after using a cystoscope to try to figure out what was wrong.&nbsp;They said it could\u2019ve happened because the penetration was too rough or even because I wasn\u2019t ready or turned on.&nbsp;After that, they all settled on using gauze to stop the bleeding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>By this point, I\u2019d been bleeding for more than three hours and soaked through more than 10 sanitary pads even when two were used together. I find it oddly hilarious that I hadn\u2019t got a drop of blood on my jeans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>One of the nurses helped me put on a pair of disposable maternity-style briefs and on the end of the bed, I spotted the red and black silk and lace thong I\u2019d bought specially from Ann Summers. Fat lot of good it\u2019s done me, I thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I felt everything from panic and shock to amusement at everything that was unfolding. 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\n\n\n<p>I had my mother\u2019s words ringing in my ears that I shouldn\u2019t be having sex because it\u2019s a taboo in our South Asian culture. We\u2019re taught never to do it with anyone because it\u2019s all boys \u2013 or men \u2013 want and once they get it, they leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u2018They\u2019ll make you all these promises,\u2019 my mum told me in Bangla when I was 15. \u2018They will tell you they love you or will marry you, so you have sex with them. But once you do, they will break every promise and leave.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I went to sleep that night in the hospital&nbsp;feeling sick and frustrated. I also hadn\u2019t been able to keep any food down and I couldn\u2019t sleep either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Every two to three hours, a nurse would check my blood pressure, do a blood test and take my temperature. I also had a catheter attached, which was extremely uncomfortable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The next day in hospital, I spoke to a gynaecologist and told her I never want to have sex again. She laughed and said this isn\u2019t how sex was supposed to be. \u2018When you\u2019re ready, it\u2019ll be so much better,\u2019 she assured me. I felt wary but nodded anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>It is important for young women to understand that first time sex is definitely not meant to be inherently painful and not everyone bleeds<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I ended up staying in the hospital for two nights, and the bleeding finally stopped the day after I was admitted\u2014sometime after lunch, after my body had already been through more than it knew how to handle. I remember feeling weak, disoriented, and honestly, a little disconnected from everything around me. It didn\u2019t feel real. One moment I had been trying to convince myself that what I was experiencing was \u201cnormal,\u201d and the next I was lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by quiet urgency, nurses moving in and out, and the kind of silence that makes you realize something wasn\u2019t right from the beginning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>That night, they removed the gauze. It\u2019s hard to explain just how painful that moment was\u2014it felt almost as intense as when it had been put in. There was a sharp, lingering discomfort that stayed with me even after it was over, like my body hadn\u2019t yet caught up with everything it had gone through. I felt exposed, physically and emotionally, but I didn\u2019t really know how to process it. I just wanted to go home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The next day, I was discharged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But going home wasn\u2019t as simple as it should have been.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Because I had told my parents I was staying at a friend\u2019s house, I couldn\u2019t explain where I had actually been or what had happened. I walked into my house carrying something heavy\u2014something I wasn\u2019t ready to talk about. I couldn\u2019t tell them. I couldn\u2019t tell anyone in my family. And so, I stayed quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>That silence followed me for a long time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It wasn\u2019t just about what had happened physically\u2014it was about everything I didn\u2019t understand, everything I hadn\u2019t been prepared for, and everything I felt like I should have known but didn\u2019t. I kept replaying it in my head, trying to make sense of it, trying to figure out where things had gone wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Later, when I started talking to friends, I realized something important.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/flashstorynews.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/gfdgfdgdfgdgf-300x300-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-7388\" style=\"width:105px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/flashstorynews.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/gfdgfdgdfgdgf-300x300-1.jpg 300w, https:\/\/flashstorynews.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/gfdgfdgdfgdgf-300x300-1-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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&#8230; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7388,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13089","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/flashstorynews.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13089","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/flashstorynews.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/flashstorynews.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/flashstorynews.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/flashstorynews.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=13089"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/flashstorynews.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13089\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13090,"href":"https:\/\/flashstorynews.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13089\/revisions\/13090"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/flashstorynews.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/7388"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/flashstorynews.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13089"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/flashstorynews.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13089"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/flashstorynews.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13089"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}