My brother and I were spending the night at our grandparent’s house when my period decided to start. This wasn’t my first cycle, but I was only 10 years old, so I still wasn’t used to planning for such things. It was late, and everything was closed in small-town, USA. My grandparents scratched their heads, then my grandmother reached for a couple of my grandfather’s handkerchiefs. I remember thinking this was really weird, and I felt a little bad about ruining the handkerchiefs, but I also remember my grandfather not “freaking out” over women’s issues. I remember the handkerchiefs feeling more comfortable than the disposables I would use for the next decade, but not willing to trust cloth just yet. – Jessica M.
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