When Shame Turned to Support: A Family’s Journey to Understanding

My husband thinks our daughter should stop using period products because it makes our sons “uncomfortable.”

She just started her period—she’s thirteen, scared, and still figuring everything out.

But instead of supporting her, my husband told her to hide it, because our teenage boys were “shocked” after seeing a used pad in the trash.

They’ve been avoiding her whenever she’s on her period, acting like she’s contagious.

The final straw came last night… when he suggested she should stay in her room until her period is over so the boys wouldn’t “feel awkward.”

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