My mom would yell her head off at me, usually in front of my brother and dad, about bleeding during the night onto my sheets, like I was horrible and stupid and I did it on purpose. I remember one time too she called me home from the neighbors' house to yell at me about getting white shorts messy.

God bless the mom of my best friend next door. Beth and I lived a block from our elementary school, so we used to go to her house for lunch, since my mom worked. Mrs. Polson never made a fuss about it, she would come and get me at school if she saw I was having a "heavy" day and bring me home and wash out my pants and stuff in cold water for me. And she never, EVER told me I was dumb or stupid or dirty. but it still didn't counteract enough what my mom said.

I'm really sorry, everyone. I wish none of us had had to suffer this.

Candy