Xiao Xia, Mom decided to play a whole chapter of dumb riddles with you today. In the future, when there is a chance, my mother wants to solve all the doubts you have after seeing these words with your face-to-face clarity. But Mom can't guarantee that this thing will go according to plan, and she's not sure if she'll be able to talk to you without reservation. And whether these things should be stated in a certain way, and at what time it is appropriate to expand on this topic, is unknown to mothers, and even to a large group of professional educators. Of course, on the other hand, whether you will give your mother this chance to solve the mystery is even more unknown.

So why did Mom talk about this unclear topic? That's because mom used to expect someone to prepare mom before the moment she panicked, even a long time ago. And it's better to teach your mother to accept herself and her body before it takes a long time.

Xiao Xia, when her mother was in kindergarten, she discovered the difference between men and women, and her mother still remembers her sudden shyness. These feelings came very suddenly. For my mother, it was a feeling of suddenly breaking away from the familiar daily routine, and doing what I was used to doing in the past, but now doing it, felt inappropriate and uncomfortable. As for why, my mother couldn't understand it at that time.

Here are a few scenes that Mom still remembers.

The first scene is when mom suddenly stops wanting to urinate in public. When my mother was a child, she lived with her grandfather in the family home of the workers. At that time, many families, even if they had married and had children, were still crowded in single dormitories, and more than a dozen people had to cook in the corridor, and the whole building shared the washroom and toilet together.

Our family of three is in better condition, and my mother has been living in an independent family building since she can remember. Although the conditions are better, there is still no private bathroom. There are six households on one floor, and every third of them share a public toilet. This was already very enviable at the time.

But when my mother was a child, she was still very reluctant to go to the public toilet, thinking that it was not only dark, but also smelly, with cobwebs hovering above her head forever, and there seemed to be a tide of insects swimming under her feet.

When my mother was a child, she had to summon up great courage every time she went to the toilet, or she had to bring her grandparents with her, which was very troublesome. Later, my grandfather simply came up with a solution, that is, if my mother was just a small solution, we should not go to the public toilet, we happened to live on the first floor at that time, so let my mother go directly to the door of the house, and just take a small solution on the side of the street.

So my mother kept doing this, and I didn't feel anything uncomfortable for a long time. Even when the children come to play at home, the mother will call the other children to go to the toilet on the side of the road in front of the house.

That road was a small slope, and in my mother's memory, there was always a long urine mark on that small slope, which flowed all the way to the bottom of the slope. That's Mom's doing.

Then one day, my mother went to the toilet again, and it was no different from every day before, nothing changed.

But that day, my mother took off her pants and was peeing there, when a very young man walked by the side of the road. It's not a boy, it's a man, about twenty-five or sixteen years old, with clear eyebrows, maybe a pair of glasses, and my mother can't remember it a little.

From the time he walked on this road, from the time he saw his mother, he kept staring at his mother, and kept staring until his mother finished using the toilet. When his mother saw him looking at herself, she looked back at him.

That day, after such a feeling of being stared at had passed, my mother felt very uncomfortable, and there was an inexplicable feeling of nausea, and if I read it now, there was a feeling as if I had been violated.

After that time, my mother didn't want to go to the top of that hill to pee again. Pluck up the courage to go to the dark toilet to relieve yourself.

It should still be at that age, my mother also found that going to the toilet is an unusual thing in kindergarten.

When my mother was a child, there was only one big toilet, and the little boy and the little girl went to the toilet together. Mom had never felt anything wrong with that. But it should have been after that time, my mother found that in the kindergarten, boys and girls actually went to the toilet in the same toilet.

This kind of discovery is like a slap in the face, it happens all the time, but my mother feels uncomfortable and surprised as if she has never noticed it.

Not only that, but my mother suddenly had a wonderful feeling at that time, that is, the boy who went to the toilet with his mother formed a sense of intimacy with his mother. We've been friends with the toilet together. This sudden sense of intimacy made my mother feel a little sad, because the countless times I went to the toilet in the past suddenly weakened this intimacy that is only now certified.

When my mother was a child, the concept of hygiene was very vague, and the knowledge of wiping her butt in the toilet should have been clearly told very later, but that was already after my mother grew up.

Because of the lack of proper hygiene, the inner thighs and the front and back of the buttocks of the mother will be covered with eczema in the summer. The so-called eczema is some pimples that resemble mosquito bites, growing out one by one. It's itchy, it's very uncomfortable, it lasts for weeks, and it can't be stopped.

During this period, my grandfather would apply iodine wine to my mother on the pimple to disinfect and relieve itching. Painted so much, my mother remembers it very clearly, and now the rough skin on my mother's buttocks began from the years when she was soaked in iodine wine.

My mother remembered that every time I took iodine wine, my mother would pout her buttocks and wait for my grandfather to apply iodine wine to eczema little by little. It was also such an ordinary day, and that time, my mother suddenly felt that she didn't put her pants on, which made her very uncomfortable.

At that time, my mother would show my grandmother my butt from time to time to see if the eczema had improved, but from that time on, my mother felt that this behavior was very despicable, and my mother didn't like to do it anymore.

The feeling was sudden, without warning, and no one said anything to Mom in advance, and Mom just decided at once that she wanted to take her little ass seriously. Wear small pants every day. I will only go to the toilet in the toilet, and I will not go to the toilet in public places. When I go to the toilet in the kindergarten, I also pay attention to whether there are boys, and if there are, I wait for them to come out before going in. After letting my grandpa take the medicine, I no longer take off my pants from time to time to ask about the situation.

After this improvement, Mom, the little girl, the little girl who is not even one meter tall, has a sense of security again, and the feeling of being violated has precipitated in her memory and no longer floats in her mind.

There is a difference between men and women, and my mother should have realized it as if she had just woken up from a dream.