I voted pads. Because the nice, thick, old-fashioned pads can give you a reassuring bulge in your jeans!

Quote from: mangoslayer on September 05, 2013, 03:46:02 AM
For the first couple years of puberty I refused to use anything, occasionally toilet paper. I'd refuse to go to school and take care of it by going to the bathroom frequently. Many pairs of ruined boxers because of that.
Ditto!
My monthlies started when I was in primary school (age 12)... and because the school catered to children aged 6-13, they didn't make any provision for sanitary disposal units in the girls' toilets because it hadn't occurred to them that kids of that age would need them. There weren't any dustbins in the toilet area either.
So if I had to change my protection at school, I had to walk out of the toilet area with it in my hand and either sneak it into my school bag to throw it away at home, or face the humiliation of throwing it away in the classroom dustbin or one of the dustbins in the playground. I was mortified by the thought of it. It wasn't too bad in winter because it could stuff it up the sleeve of my school jumper, but in summer we had to wear short-sleeved dresses so there was nowhere to hide it.
One day I stuffed it up my sleeve and discreetly transferred it to my schoolbag so that I could throw it away at home, and my English teacher called me out for not having completed some homework. I lied and said I thought I'd put it in my schoolbag, so she made me bring the bag to the front of the class and she emptied it on the floor in front of my classmates. The used sanitary towel landed on top of the pile of books... and unfurled in all its crimson glory.

From that moment on, I simply rolled up some toilet paper & stuffed it in my underwear. Because at least I could change that without facing public humiliation. And using nothing wasn't an option: our school dresses were light-coloured and the only thing worse than having a sanitary towel unfurl in front of my classmates was having a blood stain on the back of the skirt.
Oh, and that English teacher? She later apologised for humiliating me, and we're now friends on Facebook.