This didn't happen purely out of laziness, more like because of shame and laziness to ask for help, but this story has been haunting me for like a yearo or so. It's reeeaaally gross and pretty long so be prepared..

At that time I was helping out a refugee family by going to their appartment and trying to teach them the local language. Didn't really work because there was nothing to begin with, we had to use gestures and google translate and google images to communicate. But they still liked me and always invited me to eat dinner with them, so I sometimes ended up spending the whole afternoon and evening there. So good so far.

This one day, I was on my period though, and I didn't want to stay there for too long, but it was already pretty late and they just wanted me to stay longer. I noticed that my period was super heavy and that I needed to go to the bathroom to change the tampon ASAP.So I took my backpack to the bathroom and prepared for things to get messy. And holy shit I had never seen/produced such a mess down there. So I look around for those sanitary bags for the tampon and realize that they didn't have those. Fuck. There was nothing I could use that wouln't end up leaking.. So I checked my backpack for something to sacrifice. I only found this reusable, non-seethrough water bottle that I had bought and was using regurarly. I closed my eyes because I couldn't believe what I was about to do. But I did it.

I emptied the bottle and put the bloody mess (literally) in there, then put the bottle back in my backpack.

After I cleaned up and flushed the toilet, I looked back to make sure I was good. But no, there was some blood at the bottom of the bowl in the water that I just couldn't flush away. Alright no problem, I thought, that's what these toilet brushes are for. But.. they didn't have that either. Fucking hell. Again, there was nothing I could use, so I.. I.. put my bare hands down there to diffuse it in the water and finally flush it down..

I was almost crying from shame and disgust. And I'm not a sensitive person when it comes to gross stuff by any means. I washed my hands like never before and then decided to put some deodorant on myself and my underwear and pants, because I knew they had been soiled and that it must have smelled bad.

But there was no deodorant to find.. kill me already please.. so I just rubbed some perfumed shower gel for children on my clothes..

I knew I wanted to leave as soon as I could, and I definitely didn't want to sit back on the white couch. So I casually "talked" to them a bit while standing around and then left, throwing the bottle in the trash at the next bus stop.

So yeah, mostly disgust and shame, but I could have asked the mother for a plastic bag or something, but I would have had to get back up, awkwardly talk to her about that in front of her husband and children (it was a rather conservative muslim family too, so I felt like that would have been even more inappropriate), and then use my phone to even get her to understand me, because she was the one that knew the local language the least. And I could not for the life of me be bothered to do that