People often say you never forget your first deeply personal experience.Mine, however, is marked by fear and chaos rather than joy.Instead of feeling excitement or nervous anticipation,I remember tears streaming down my face while a close friend held my hand and medical staff worked urgently around me.What should have been intimate became a frightening sequence of events — a panicked bathroom scene,hours of hospital examinations, and memories that linger far beyond the physical recovery.Culture often frames these experiences as exciting or funny, but rarely do we hear about what happens when they go wrong.Many communities leave conversations about health and body awareness unspoken, leaving young people to rely on myths and guesswork.When complications happen, the result is confusion, shame, and fear.I know now that with proper knowledge about my body, safety, and communication, the outcome could have been entirely different.Doctors later confirmed that my injury was preventable with preparation.Physically, it became a full-blown medical emergency.Emotionally, the impact was even longer-lasting. I replayed the night over and over, questioning what I did wrong.