I do remember one particular time I was on a school visit attending another school and sat with my girl-friends, in a group on a table in the middle of the class room and I began rocking backwards and forwards and moaning.
My friends had to signal to our Teacher at the front of the class to come and get me, because I was literally trembling by this time and my pain level was fast rising. Bless my Teacher, I was a slender build, yet athletic with the typical African features of wide hips and buttock region and the smallest waist and broad shoulders, who towered over my very small Geordie Teacher.
My Teacher took one look at my face and knew something was off. She came and got me from where I was sat and took me on the long winding path to the School Nurses office. I recall her telling me that I looked green and was trembling so violently, she thought I was going to faint whilst we were walking.
I felt so nauseous and light headed with severe stabbing pubic bone pains and period cramps too. Anyways, we finally got to the Nurses office and I remember feeling an urgent need to relieve myself as I often do at the onset of my monthly cycle and I got stuck feeling so unwell in the toilet, I had no energy to get up.
This of course worried both my Teacher and the School Nurse, but eventually I managed to freshen myself up after what must have been 20 minutes just sitting there trying to obtain the energy to use the bathroom and function on my own. The Nurse then administered some pain relieving medication, some water to drink and gave me a hot water bottle and I was allowed to fall asleep for the duration of the afternoon in the little single bed that was in there.
I have never, ever been to another Nurses Station in a school ever since, but I recall relaying the story to my mum and never forgetting that rather embarrassing school trip, yet I had never been so grateful for such a great Nurses station within a school either.
The trip was supposed to have been a treat as part of the Gifted and Talented Project, which included extra support and additional field trips for students who seemed to excel.
I also recall missing my mock GCSE exams due to being severely anaemic for over 8 weeks, that all I remember doing was sleeping. My mum recalls having to wake me up just to get me to eat and off back to sleep I would go.
When I graduated high school, I also missed the Black Achievers Award ceremony, where I missed collecting my award! This began a long list of missed events to this day!