A couple thanksgivings ago I went to my dads side of the family and sat with all the adults and they talked about the worst stuff while eating dinner. They were talking about surgeries and my aunts had a bowl perforation and she went on a 30 min tangent about how she’ll have to carry a garbage bag with her bc sometimes she have to shit in her car. I wish I was at the kids table that year.
My moms a nurse too and I worked at a psychiatric hospital for 10 years so not much phases me but I’ve here the story every time I see her and while eating thanksgiving was not a time to go into detail about it.
Definitely a grandmother’s, old aunt’s, etc. job to teach those kids things their parents would rather not have them learn. I still remember a high school graduation gift from an aunt - a rather sexy lacy black slip.