Periods are a bit of a taboo as it is, without them causing a scene and making everyone involved feel awkward AF. But alas, these incidents happen. And we just so happened to hear quite a few of them thanks to this shameless Reddit bunch...
"In tenth grade we had to do this thing called "the two mile" (meaning, run two miles around the track or fail gym). The day we were all supposed to do it I was changing my tampon every twenty minutes because I only had the tiny stupid ones left, and I had already thrown away my underwear because they were soaked.
"I was cramping hard and bleeding far more than usual and didn't want to run but my teacher was kind of a dick about it and refused to let me sit it out and make it up later. So I started on the track in my stupid wide leg gym shorts and soon I started to feel my tampon shift out of alignment.
"With each foot plant it became obvious it was going to escape from my body right there on the wide open track where I was totally vulnerable with nowhere to hide. About halfway through the run it escaped entirely and fell out of my gym shorts where it landed like a sad little dead mouse, right on the track. It was horrifying. That was 20 years ago and it's still horrifying."
"I work at a wildlife park, where we have to wear khaki pants. I got my period about two weeks early, and it started out extremely heavy, with no warning, as I was walking around showing a baby wallaby to customers.
"I took off, but by the time I made it to the bathroom, my pants were soaked. I cleaned up as best as I could, and ran to the car for supplies. I always kept spare shorts and tampons in the glove box, but alas, my car was in the shop to get the timing belt repaired, and my father's car was obviously unhelpful here.
"None of my coworkers in the immediate area had any feminine products, and I didn't want to run around soaking myself further while i looked for someone who could help. The owner of the park is an 87-year-old woman who lives on the property. I was near her house, so I ran in and asked for help. I didn't even know her.
"She gave me an adult nappy, and, of course, did not have a change of clothes for me. I completed the following 5 hours of my shift sporting my bulging, blood-soaked khaki shorts in miserable humiliation."
"I had a supremely heavy flow in class one time to the point that my crush commented on the metallic tangy smell emanating from my nether regions."
"I'll preface this by saying something that should be assumed considering the question posed - this will not be pretty. You have been warned.
"Was at a good friend's place for a decent-sized dinner party that included an ex-bf. The hosting couple have two very large German Shepherds, a small (but beautiful) home and, as I was about to find out, a badly functioning toilet.
"My first day is always my heaviest and back when I was a few years younger, the first 15 minutes were always like a dam bursting or that lift scene in 'The Shining' - so unexpected, sudden and strong. About an hour into the party, I excuse myself as I feel it hit but find I don't have any pads/tampons on me. I figure I can McGuyver up a suitable solution until I get something from one of the other ladies in attendance. So I wrap up several feet of toilet paper and just stuff it in my panties as a make-shift maxi. Unfortunately for me, none of the woman there have anything and the hostess herself happens to be out, too. A couple more girls were coming later so I just had to hope they'll have SOMETHING and try to wait it out.
"As an added bonus to these delightful monthly events, my intestines usually revolt in the form of awful diarrhea and that month was no different. At this point, it's been about an hour when I feel my lower region rumbling loudly and, luckily, managed to discretely ask one of the late-comers for some feminine help. She gives me a tampon and I book it to the bathroom. I evacuate my stomach in a hurried and unladylike manner and discard my TP-faux-pad alongside it in the bowl, pop the tampon in and flush the toilet. Or so I thought.
"When I get back to the party, thinking I'm now home-free to enjoy the festivities, my host informs me (BELATEDLY) that you need to hold the handle for a good six or seven seconds or else it regurgitates everything back. Onto the floor. EVERYTHING. My brain is frozen in humiliation as I try to think about warning the hostess as to what I've just done in the most DISCRETE and INCONSPICUOUS way possible when one of their beautiful dogs saunters out from the bathroom with a sopping wet, bloody wad of TP in its mouth. This draws far more attention to the situation than it should have, so the host calls the dog over, scolds him and then enters the bathroom to survey the damage. I'll let your imagination fill in the blanks as to what he found.
"He could tell I was mortified and he tried to tell me it was fine and not my fault but come on. That's a party foul no one can recover from. I left as soon as I could, ate ice cream straight from the carton and watched RomComs in a futile attempt to scrub the event from my brain."
"When i was in the 8th grade I finally got a nice pair of white pants because they were "in" at that point in time. While I was in my maths class, I sat in the front row and was the furthest from the door, and I had no jacket with with me because it was a nice spring day.
"I remember feeling like I wet my pants and instantly knew what was going on. I sat there the whole time and it was an extremely heavy period too. I could see the red from where I was sitting and I cringed because class was coming to an end and I would have to get up and walk down the hall like that.
"Everyone left and I was still sitting there when my teacher (a male) came up to me and asked me if anything was wrong, and I embarrassingly told him what happened. He smiled a little and then grabbed his jacket and held it up for me to wrap around my stomach and walked me to the nurses office. My mum brought me a change of clothes and I threw away the white pants. Maths was always awkward after that."
"My boyfriend and I were visiting his parents for the first time. I had just started shark week. I frequently ruin our sheets with crazy heavy periods so I was hoping to get an old towel or two from my boyfriends mum to lay under me.
"His dad came in with blankets, and in his thick Romanian accent started telling me about one of them. It was an alpaca blanket from Peru. He is telling the story of how 20 years before he had acquired this blanket and that it was so amazing I must use it. My boyfriend and I were trying to tell his parents we would prefer some older blankets. They were insistent in the way older Jewish parents are.
"Finally, after a couple minutes I blurt out to his 70 y/o dad that I can't take his precious Peruvian alpaca blanket because I'm on my period and worried I'll bleed all over it. That finally shut them up. Lovely people but very good at the guilt."
"There was a lake party that my boyfriend and a bunch of our friends had planned. Lucky me, I was heavily on my period when that weekend rolled around - but I didn't want to miss the fun, so I went anyway.
"When we were all hanging out at the lake, my tampon string was hanging out of my bikini bottom. My boyfriend thought it was a loose thread on my swimsuit, so he grabbed it. My boyfriend publicly pulled out my tampon."
"I was then having sex with my girlfriend (I'm a guy) with her on top when she leaned back and started going fast my stuff slipped out and I guess the force of my penis flicking back 'up' threw what I can only describe as a bolas of blood clots onto my chest and chin."
Source: Cosmo UK