When my daughter was about 10, my husband, who is not her biological father, moved into our house. It was a big adjustment for all of us, but we were settling into our new routine. After about six months, while I was at work, my daughter experienced something I had briefly prepared her for but hadn’t fully explained: she got her first period. I’d had a few small conversations with her, just enough to give her the basic information, but she was still unsure of what to do in the moment. It was a big change, and she needed support.
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