These are the wiggly fingers under the bathroom door that tormented my poor privacy-starved mother. Photo Courtesy Of Sara Knight Bidlack“I just wanted one second to myself on the toilet,” my mother says, laughing and remembering. Two years later, I had two boys and they were both in the bathroom with me all the time. “You got some period blood on your underwear.”“It’s no big deal,” I said and they nodded. I have spoken to other moms — both my age and older — about my transparency with my young sons about menstruation, and it’s a mixed reaction.

Source: Huffington Post October 29, 2025 19:25 UTC