tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147712785670894689.post7154775465939324633..comments2014-05-06T19:21:55.174-07:00Comments on Musings and Mutterings: Puberty WoesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02839366898876887615noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147712785670894689.post-90275183777309882292014-05-06T09:27:41.934-07:002014-05-06T09:27:41.934-07:00Thanks, Kim. I asked my mom what she did and she ...Thanks, Kim. I asked my mom what she did and she had a book. She can't remember the name of it, though, so that isn't much help. I guess I just need to sit them down, find out what they know, and go from there.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02839366898876887615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147712785670894689.post-20202551025575955672014-05-01T13:10:48.544-07:002014-05-01T13:10:48.544-07:00Hey girl! My mom never had a talk with me that I r...Hey girl! My mom never had a talk with me that I remember. I went to the toilet one night, April 1st, and when I wiped I saw the blood. I let out a little squeal and called for mom. Then the lights went out because it was storming outside. What an introduction! I think I learned more from love story books and a couple friends. However I remember getting basic birds and bees at school. They had one for everybody, then one for girls and one for boys. This was in the 70's in a private school, no clue what the public ones did. Good luck!kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01572269654819729223noreply@blogger.com