This, apparently is bad?
Little Carmen is definitely going to have one of these! But at night, with howling, and a lot of sharing of feelings.
I got my period when I was 10 and was watching The Nanny. I didn't tell my mom—we don't discuss shit like that—and had to figure out how to use pads and tampons on my own by reading the box. I'd have loved some acknowledgment and help...she never mentioned it until I was going to college and she asked if I needed tampons.
Ugh. How did your moms talk to you about it?
ETA: Tampies! Read tampies instead of tampons. I told the kids I'd switch my vobcab.