Not sure this goes here, but doing so.

One time, I was in the seventh grade and had tummyaches and my mother started giving me the talk: that the body gets rid of the ''garbage'' every month.
I ended up having my first period in the ninth grade and did not tell my mother about it. After 6 months of having my period my mother asked me if I have seen blood yet and I said, sure, for 6 months already! Haha, she thought she would be privy to EVERYTHING about my private life and she was upset that I hadn't told her and she berated me saying that she was thinking to take me to a doc already, and that I needed to have told her...fuch!!!!!! you tell me it's garbage and then expect me to wanna talk about it???!!!!!!
Tell me, how does one get over such trauma?????

I'm now in my forties and need to talk to my pre-adolescent about menstruation and remembered how my mom did it, ugh!