Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees ...
I have some tales to tell today, some funny, some serious, about childhood sex education--or misinformation. Add your comments, please. Share with us: At what point did you get information about the birds and the bees that you later found to be inaccurate or misleading? You can also include your "aha" moment when it finally clicked exactly what your parents had done to reproduce.
OK, I'll start.
"At age eleven, Mom decided it was time for our "talk." But she chickened out and handed me a booklet printed by Compton's Encyclopedia (no joke!) about explaining reproduction to your kids. It was clinical and had large words I didn't know. But it had diagrams and drawings! My best friend and I sat in her basement with a medical dictionary and figured everything out together. Yes! We figured out that when our parents decided to have a child, they went into the bathroom together and Dad parked his car in Mom's garage--euphemistically speaking. The book said nothing about hormones, pleasure, or female orgasm. For a couple of years my friend and I imagined it as nothing more than a "procedure."
Fortunately I later learned the rest of the story!"
Cover artist extraordinaire, April Martinez, says:
“My mom told me everything when I was 4 years old. I probably didn't understand a word of it though. When I got older, the adults would laugh every time I had the urge to pee during a kissing scene in a movie -- a romantic scene pops up, then, "Ma? I have to pee!" I think I learned a bit more at 8 and yet a bit more at 11 or 12. Sex education at school helped, too, and a good thing -- or my first visit from Aunt Flo would have been a surprise.”
Tell us more about Aunt Flo, April!
Romance author Darragha Foster was self-educated. She says that between the ages of 9 and 11 “I read all the books my mother had stashed in her closet...Fanny Hill, The Happy Hooker, The Godfather...I think that's where I learned about sex.” And maybe that’s why she’s a romance writer today!
Author Rae Morgan tells her story:
“My mom went to the Girl Scouts' meeting on sex education with me and dragged my non-Girl Scout younger sister. And after the film and booklet, we went to a restaurant and she let us ask questions about what we had seen and heard at the meeting. I think we were more interested in the food at the restaurant. Later my mom told me she wanted us educated as early as possible because she had her first period at school and thought she was dying. A teacher had to explain to her what it was.”
Author Jenna Howard recalls how she and two friends found a Playgirl magazine behind a neighbor's house:
“...We giggled and "eeeeewed". Then we hid it and went back the next day for another look. More snickers, more "eeews". Seriously - eew. It was early 80s and the Magnum PI look was big. Someone tattled. Not me! And even confessed our secret hiding spot (beneath the neighbor's garbage can holder thingy). When we went back the magazine was gone and there they stood: three angry fathers. I don't remember what was said. There was a lot of yelling. A lot of swearing. A spanking or two. With the wooden spoon! Damn. All of us were grounded. Now every time I see a Playgirl I feel massive guilt and I'll look around, half expecting my dad to be there, steam coming out of his ears while his cheek twitches. There are also, for the record, no wooden spoons in my condo.
“I don't remember any sex talks (if I even got one) but I sure as heck remember our Magnum PI issue of Playgirl ”
Jenna adds:
“Gee. I think back and I didn't even get a period talk. I'm, like, so deprived. So uneducated. I. Was. Ripped. Off.
“I'm so talking to my mom on Sunday when we go to the museum. Me: "Mom. How come I never got a period talk?" Mom: "Um....look at the sculpture." Me: "Mom? How come I never got the sex talk?" Mom: "Oooh, look at that carving. I wish I brought my camera. Have you seen your father?" Me: "Why? Is he going to give me the sex talk?!" Mom: (a scandalous gasp) "Jenna!" Me: considering the man. "Yeah. I think I traumatized him enough with my story. So?" Looks around the museum. "Can I have the talk now? What? Mom? Mom!? Mom...wait...I can't run that fast! Moooooom." Hm...maybe I'll ask her in the Faces of Asia exhibit. Right in front of Buddha. Just to add to the surreal moment.” LOL
Romance author Lily Ashford says:
“I didn't get a sex-talk from my parents, either. A friend and I were talking about it, and I remember playing basketball one day with my brother when I asked HIM when we got to learn about sex in school He said "grade 6," and then didn't say anything else. After that, I remember seeing a news report about how condoms could cause cancer, and I asked my mom (it was just us watching tv that night) what a condom was. Might have been maybe 12 or 13. And after that, I just sort of...knew. The sex-ed courses at my school were redundant, since we all knew everything, anyway.”
Author Paige Burns says she got the “period” talk at age 12 but the sex talk came later:
“... I think close to 9th grade. My mom gave me a copy of The Act of Marriage and told me to read it then we'd talk about it. It was very clinical and didn't sound like fun at all, though considering the title they probably didn't want it to sound like too much fun anyway. I went to a Christian High School and dating wasn't something anyone encouraged, so boys really didn't become more than friends until partway through 10th grade. Once I discovered how cute boys were though... Needless to say, I was the girl other mothers told their daughters not to be like! And I didn't even go that far in the base running. Oh, well, the boys liked the reputation.”
Funny lady and romance author Michelle Hoppe turns serious with her story:
“This is actually about a childhood friend (tis true, because my children are not that old). This is also not funny, but shows the damage adults can do when they are not honest with children.
“We must have been twelve, when my friend, Becky (not her real name) got asked to a school dance. when her mother found out, she had 'the talk' with becky. In all seriousness, she explained how a girl gets pregnant. Becky's mom assured her it was by 'holding hands with a boy'.
“Now mind you, we'd seen lots of girls and boys holding hands, and none of the girls we knew were expecting; however, since Becky trusted her mother completely, she decided it must be true.
“I could not convince Becky otherwise, even though my older sister confirmed it wasn't possible to get pregnant by holding hands with a boy.
“Once at the dance, Becky slipped and found herself holding hands with the 'boy'. Becky and her man dated for two years, holding hands as often as they could and she never got pregnant.
You might think Becky would have guessed the truth; however she decided, instead, she was sterile. When we were seventeen, a young man, who didn't have true feelings for Becky, listened in what I can only assume was shocked silence, as Becky explained her inability to have babies. His delight was short lived, because less than three months into their relationship, Becky was pregnant, still in high school, and after a shotgun wedding, a wife without much hope of a future.
“Three children, one divorce, and ten years later, Becky went back to school and has now become the woman she dreamed of being when we were twelve. I decided years ago, I would always be honest with my children about sex, no matter how uncomfortable it might make me.”
Good advice, Michelle, as author Trista Ann Michaels’s story proves:
“My mother never discussed sex with me. I started my periods early, around 5th grade, I think. They were terrible and never on time. One night I was watching a show on TV and the woman was telling another woman she thought she was pregnant because she was late. Well, at the time, I was late, too. About a week, if I remember right. I waited a couple of days and then absolutely mortified, I told my mother I thought I was pregnant.
“At first, the poor woman looked as though she were going to faint, but then she finally asked why I thought that. I told her simply, I'm late. It took her a few minutes of stumbling and trying to ask me every question in the world besides the one she should have...LOL. But she finally realized I needed to be told the facts. It was a very stressful conversation for both of us...LOL.”
Author Bonnie Dee’s mother was a nurse:
“I got a very clinical explanation that didn't quite answer nitty gritty questions about how the penis actually comes in contact with the vagina. It was more about the process of sperm traveling to egg. I have five older sisters so eventually with repeated explanations all became clear. I don't really remember what age I was.”
Your turn! And you could win a prize by contributing.
LSB Staff is excluded, of course, but the rest of you have a chance to win a download--just in time for the holidays!--of RESOLUTIONS by Dee S. Knight, Leigh Wynfield, Jasmine Haynes, and me. This is a holiday story, written in four parts, that you won’t want to miss. It was a Top Pick by Romantic Times magazine and earned a 4½ stars. A second drawing will be held for the award-winning anthology, AIN’T YOUR MAMA’S BEDTIME STORIES.
I’ll draw the lucky winners and post later tonight or tomorrow morning.
Vanessa Hart
OK, I'll start.
"At age eleven, Mom decided it was time for our "talk." But she chickened out and handed me a booklet printed by Compton's Encyclopedia (no joke!) about explaining reproduction to your kids. It was clinical and had large words I didn't know. But it had diagrams and drawings! My best friend and I sat in her basement with a medical dictionary and figured everything out together. Yes! We figured out that when our parents decided to have a child, they went into the bathroom together and Dad parked his car in Mom's garage--euphemistically speaking. The book said nothing about hormones, pleasure, or female orgasm. For a couple of years my friend and I imagined it as nothing more than a "procedure."
Fortunately I later learned the rest of the story!"
Cover artist extraordinaire, April Martinez, says:
“My mom told me everything when I was 4 years old. I probably didn't understand a word of it though. When I got older, the adults would laugh every time I had the urge to pee during a kissing scene in a movie -- a romantic scene pops up, then, "Ma? I have to pee!" I think I learned a bit more at 8 and yet a bit more at 11 or 12. Sex education at school helped, too, and a good thing -- or my first visit from Aunt Flo would have been a surprise.”
Tell us more about Aunt Flo, April!
Romance author Darragha Foster was self-educated. She says that between the ages of 9 and 11 “I read all the books my mother had stashed in her closet...Fanny Hill, The Happy Hooker, The Godfather...I think that's where I learned about sex.” And maybe that’s why she’s a romance writer today!
Author Rae Morgan tells her story:
“My mom went to the Girl Scouts' meeting on sex education with me and dragged my non-Girl Scout younger sister. And after the film and booklet, we went to a restaurant and she let us ask questions about what we had seen and heard at the meeting. I think we were more interested in the food at the restaurant. Later my mom told me she wanted us educated as early as possible because she had her first period at school and thought she was dying. A teacher had to explain to her what it was.”
Author Jenna Howard recalls how she and two friends found a Playgirl magazine behind a neighbor's house:
“...We giggled and "eeeeewed". Then we hid it and went back the next day for another look. More snickers, more "eeews". Seriously - eew. It was early 80s and the Magnum PI look was big. Someone tattled. Not me! And even confessed our secret hiding spot (beneath the neighbor's garbage can holder thingy). When we went back the magazine was gone and there they stood: three angry fathers. I don't remember what was said. There was a lot of yelling. A lot of swearing. A spanking or two. With the wooden spoon! Damn. All of us were grounded. Now every time I see a Playgirl I feel massive guilt and I'll look around, half expecting my dad to be there, steam coming out of his ears while his cheek twitches. There are also, for the record, no wooden spoons in my condo.
“I don't remember any sex talks (if I even got one) but I sure as heck remember our Magnum PI issue of Playgirl ”
Jenna adds:
“Gee. I think back and I didn't even get a period talk. I'm, like, so deprived. So uneducated. I. Was. Ripped. Off.
“I'm so talking to my mom on Sunday when we go to the museum. Me: "Mom. How come I never got a period talk?" Mom: "Um....look at the sculpture." Me: "Mom? How come I never got the sex talk?" Mom: "Oooh, look at that carving. I wish I brought my camera. Have you seen your father?" Me: "Why? Is he going to give me the sex talk?!" Mom: (a scandalous gasp) "Jenna!" Me: considering the man. "Yeah. I think I traumatized him enough with my story. So?" Looks around the museum. "Can I have the talk now? What? Mom? Mom!? Mom...wait...I can't run that fast! Moooooom." Hm...maybe I'll ask her in the Faces of Asia exhibit. Right in front of Buddha. Just to add to the surreal moment.” LOL
Romance author Lily Ashford says:
“I didn't get a sex-talk from my parents, either. A friend and I were talking about it, and I remember playing basketball one day with my brother when I asked HIM when we got to learn about sex in school He said "grade 6," and then didn't say anything else. After that, I remember seeing a news report about how condoms could cause cancer, and I asked my mom (it was just us watching tv that night) what a condom was. Might have been maybe 12 or 13. And after that, I just sort of...knew. The sex-ed courses at my school were redundant, since we all knew everything, anyway.”
Author Paige Burns says she got the “period” talk at age 12 but the sex talk came later:
“... I think close to 9th grade. My mom gave me a copy of The Act of Marriage and told me to read it then we'd talk about it. It was very clinical and didn't sound like fun at all, though considering the title they probably didn't want it to sound like too much fun anyway. I went to a Christian High School and dating wasn't something anyone encouraged, so boys really didn't become more than friends until partway through 10th grade. Once I discovered how cute boys were though... Needless to say, I was the girl other mothers told their daughters not to be like! And I didn't even go that far in the base running. Oh, well, the boys liked the reputation.”
Funny lady and romance author Michelle Hoppe turns serious with her story:
“This is actually about a childhood friend (tis true, because my children are not that old). This is also not funny, but shows the damage adults can do when they are not honest with children.
“We must have been twelve, when my friend, Becky (not her real name) got asked to a school dance. when her mother found out, she had 'the talk' with becky. In all seriousness, she explained how a girl gets pregnant. Becky's mom assured her it was by 'holding hands with a boy'.
“Now mind you, we'd seen lots of girls and boys holding hands, and none of the girls we knew were expecting; however, since Becky trusted her mother completely, she decided it must be true.
“I could not convince Becky otherwise, even though my older sister confirmed it wasn't possible to get pregnant by holding hands with a boy.
“Once at the dance, Becky slipped and found herself holding hands with the 'boy'. Becky and her man dated for two years, holding hands as often as they could and she never got pregnant.
You might think Becky would have guessed the truth; however she decided, instead, she was sterile. When we were seventeen, a young man, who didn't have true feelings for Becky, listened in what I can only assume was shocked silence, as Becky explained her inability to have babies. His delight was short lived, because less than three months into their relationship, Becky was pregnant, still in high school, and after a shotgun wedding, a wife without much hope of a future.
“Three children, one divorce, and ten years later, Becky went back to school and has now become the woman she dreamed of being when we were twelve. I decided years ago, I would always be honest with my children about sex, no matter how uncomfortable it might make me.”
Good advice, Michelle, as author Trista Ann Michaels’s story proves:
“My mother never discussed sex with me. I started my periods early, around 5th grade, I think. They were terrible and never on time. One night I was watching a show on TV and the woman was telling another woman she thought she was pregnant because she was late. Well, at the time, I was late, too. About a week, if I remember right. I waited a couple of days and then absolutely mortified, I told my mother I thought I was pregnant.
“At first, the poor woman looked as though she were going to faint, but then she finally asked why I thought that. I told her simply, I'm late. It took her a few minutes of stumbling and trying to ask me every question in the world besides the one she should have...LOL. But she finally realized I needed to be told the facts. It was a very stressful conversation for both of us...LOL.”
Author Bonnie Dee’s mother was a nurse:
“I got a very clinical explanation that didn't quite answer nitty gritty questions about how the penis actually comes in contact with the vagina. It was more about the process of sperm traveling to egg. I have five older sisters so eventually with repeated explanations all became clear. I don't really remember what age I was.”
Your turn! And you could win a prize by contributing.
LSB Staff is excluded, of course, but the rest of you have a chance to win a download--just in time for the holidays!--of RESOLUTIONS by Dee S. Knight, Leigh Wynfield, Jasmine Haynes, and me. This is a holiday story, written in four parts, that you won’t want to miss. It was a Top Pick by Romantic Times magazine and earned a 4½ stars. A second drawing will be held for the award-winning anthology, AIN’T YOUR MAMA’S BEDTIME STORIES.
I’ll draw the lucky winners and post later tonight or tomorrow morning.
Vanessa Hart
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35 Comments:
Good morning Nessie,
Great topic for today's blog! I will be checking in later to see what other wonderful tales you've collected on this subject.
Michelle Hoppe
www.michellehoppe.com
Good morning, Nessie!
My mom gave me the Kotex "You Are Becoming a Woman" booklet when I was 11. When I read it, she asked if I had any questions. Questions?? "Well, yeah, mom. What is all this again??" Of course I didn't ask anything but I truly didn't understand the whys or wherefores.
I never got "the" sex talk from Mom (or anyone) and I don't remember talking sex with any girlfriends. I did take a sex ed class senior year, but failed the actual test on "sex," which involved naming a lot of body parts and describing fetal development by weeks. This was the first year Florida had sex ed, and there was no emotional component to the class.
To tell the truth, I was such a boring girl that I'm sure no one thought I'd need to know about the birds and the bees until I was thirty. :) Thus, tomorrow was always a good time to talk about first, second, third bases, and homeruns. At least I did know the mechanics of tab A fitting into slot B and clinically I knew what not to do.
Years ago, the teenaged daughter of a friend asked her mom and me what surprised us most about sex. I told her it was how much women (and girls, of course) can WANT to have sex, and also how good foreplay can be--that it rattles female brains as well as male. It's something girls should be warned about so they can learn caution.
Dee
Honestly, my mum never had that "talk" with me. She's very conservative so she probably chickened out. *g* I can't even recall at what point I figured out what my parents were busy with when they disappear into the bedroom and locked the door. I learnt about the birds and bees from the sex education class in school and romance novels but needless to say, reading about it is quite different from doing it. LOL
Well, I will add to my story. While the Girl Scouts was informative about becoming a woman -- it never went into the "real nitty gritty." The first novel I ever read that was truly clear about losing ones virginity and the sexual acts inside and outside of relationships was Mary McCarthy's The Group. Very scandalous for the 1960s, but definitely a part of the 60s milieu. Of course, growing up in the 60s -- free love was a big thing -- so the gist of it came across. Oh and there was always that sex book -- The Joy of Sex -- my DH and I still have a copy somewhere. LOL
Rae Morgan
For weeks after that, I stared at the catholic neighbors with eight kids and thought, "They did that eight times? Oh my goodness!"
*LOL* I felt the very same way, Cyndi! My sister and I were 13 years apart. I remember thinking that it took my mom almost 13 years to get up the nerve to do it again. :S
To this day, we think Mom only had sex twice.
Nessie
I'm really surprised I survived childhood. Really.
I remember the first time I ever used a tampon. 16. Summer camp. We had a toga part in the camp pool. They cranked up the heat and I was freaking out. Freaking. Out. Then something bumped my toe and I nearly had a heart attack. Thought it fell out. In the pool. With all the cutey boys running around in their trunks. I was out of that pool so fast. Ran for the bathroom. I have never in my life moved that fast before.
Turns out it was a grape one of the boys were throwing around. I sat on the bench the rest of the evening, breathing between my knees because I now had the "fear". Sigh. I'm such an idiot.
Oh. Was that too much information? Would you believe I'm really a shy, reserved girl? Seriously. Aaaah, confessions. Now anytime you read a story of mine you'll think "Wow, she's the grape/tampon girl. Huh." God forbid we ever meet. You'll think "Wow, she's seriously messed up." Alas - it's true. ;)
When I found out the birds and bees talk was misleading? When I lost my virginity.
When I found out how my Mom and Dad conceived me? When I lost my virginity.
The guy was an ass but at least he showed me the light! lol!
The guy was an ass but at least he showed me the light! lol!
Gracious, how old were you? That's really learning something the hard way! **G**
Nessie
**LOL**
Paige, my mother NEVER would've said that. She avoided sex talk altogether, probably with my dad, too. Her attitude was that sex was a wifely duty. I doubt she ever enjoyed sex, or would admit it if she had.
Nessie
My mom knew I was nosey, so she put books, not technical books either. She took me to the fourth grade "talk" at school. It was good that she started early because I started my period at 10.
I read "Are You There God It's Me Margaret." That was good too.
My daughter is coming up on the age I was, and I'm anxious about talking to her about that. She still doesn't remember to brush her teeth...
I'd heard that grown hormones in milk were causing girls to develop quicker. Have any of you heard that? Think there's any truth to it?
Jillian
I actually never got the talk. My mother was a hippie.. yep one of them from Woodstock.. so sex was just a natural part of my everyday life. That doesn't mean that I started having sex early just that I considered it natural and I didn't really learn any taboos about it.
I'd heard that growth hormones in milk were causing girls to develop quicker. Have any of you heard that? Think there's any truth to it?
Absolutely! (The hormones are injected in the cattle, not added to the milk.) But it's not just cattle. Growth hormones are used to speed the growth of turkeys, chickens, and pigs. Haven't you noticed how much larger chicken breasts are now?
I also think that's why there's an obesity epidemic. Or perhaps I'm looking for an excuse for being chubby *LOL*. Don't get me started!
In any event, mothers need to be prepared to have the "period talk" with daughters by the time they're ten. I got my period at eleven. (Got rid of it with my hysterectomy, thank God!)
Nessie
My mother instilled a healthy and responsible attitude about sex in me that I've passed on to my daughter. In the words of Woody Allen: masturbation is sex with someone you love.
Although Mom kept her naughty books in the closet, we spoke very openly about the responsibilities of being sexually active. I made the choice not to be active as a teenager after "borrowing" Mom's car and skipping school to drive a friend to a termination.
All my friends who were sexually active in middle and high school DID NOT have high self-esteem and were constantly seeking approval and love in all the wrong places. Like from 30 year old men when they were 13. Or allowing their brothers' friends to "explore them" for five bucks.
My friends used to tell me I had a cool Mom. I did! I do!
I was 21 when I made the choice to do the deed. All the foreplay we'd been having for two years before that fateful evening was more fun that the actual act. Damn...it was that movie "A Quest for Fire" that made me decide it was time to 'do it.'
My daughter (13) knows that I lost my "traditional" virginity to "Dark Side of the Moon" by Pink Ffloyd after seeing "A Quest for Fire" in a little, itty bitty studio apartment on North Forest Street. Everytime we drive by that way she nudges me and giggles.
She's going to wait. After seeing an 8th grade boy become a father last year--she decided there's no way she'd ever be ready for that kind of responsibility. We don't allow her to date yet, either. :)
I write erotica. I think my mother's healthy attitude and the responsibile desicions I made as a youth primed me for this genre. Plus that...Woody Allen's immortal words should be ingrained in every kid's mind.
Off my soapbox!
geesh i can never figure these blogs out lol i think i email my first post but have no clue where it went. lol
have a great day
sonya
well i sort of got a talk about it when i was nine but i was so confused by the time she got done i think i would have been better of if i never got the talk. lol
When my periods came at age 11, my mom handed me a box of pads and asked: "you know you can get pregnant now, right?" I think I mumbled something like "yeah". That was the sum total of that experience. Sixth grade sex-ed filled in the rest.
I lost my virginity at age 15, married the guy, and beat all the odds to still be married (happily)to him at age 39.
When I had my children, I made sure they all knew about both the mechanics as well as some of the emotional aspects, detail level depending on their ages. When my girls got thier first periods, we had a HUGE celebration, chocolate, strawberries, candles, and other women, discussing all the positives and negative about womanhood, including sex. We did the same (a bit more masculine though--no berries or chocolates, LOL) for my son, with the men of our group.
Ru
When my girls got thier first periods, we had a HUGE celebration, chocolate, strawberries, candles, and other women, discussing all the positives and negative about womanhood, including sex.
Ru, what a wonderful thing to do! It is a huge rite of passage for a female and should be celebrated. You sound as if you're a wise and wonderful mother.
Nessie
geesh i can never figure these blogs out lol i think i email my first post but have no clue where it went. lol
have a great day
sonya
You found us, Sonya! Keep posting. It's good to hear from you.
Nessie
Let me tell ya 'bout the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees and the moon up above
And a thing called "Love"
Great song and blog topic.
I really never had "the talk" either. Sex ed in 6th grade and mom giving me the Kotex booklet. That's about it. She still doesn't talk about sexual things!
I have two sons and can somewhat understand her not wanting to do "the talk". We didn't necessarily (sp?) have one talk but several talks. I wanted to make sure they knew that it can be a pleasureable and safe.
I think it can be more difficult to talk with sons than daughters. I feel like they should know both parts. Because it's a good chance that their partner will not have had the talk with her mom.
My boys ask questions, so maybe we're doing something right. :)
Shellya, congratulations! You're the first one to identify the source of my title!
Let me tell ya 'bout the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees and the moon up above
And a thing called "Love"
Great song and blog topic.
Okay, anybody want to further WOW me with the year and the artist?
Nessie
Oh yeah...elementary school...obligatory meeting of the girls between the ages of 9 and 12. Yep, remember that quite clearly. And then our little plastic bags with the "goodies" we girls needed. I always gave mine away since I was absolutely the last girl to "bloom" in class.
Robin
www.robindanner.com
Keep the stories coming! This is so interesting. I have to duck out (it's time for my workout at Curves®, not that it's helping me a whole lot *LOL*) but I'll catch up later this evening.
Robin, I was a late bloomer, but now I can't seem to stop blooming!
Chubby Nessie
Aw, Nessie, I've seen you. You ain't that chubby, girl!
My mother gave me a book called "Where did I come from?" - I think I was about 8. It was a good book - explained everything appropriate for that age I suppose.
I can't remember when I figured out that sex was for fun as well as babies. I think from playground talk at around 12 lol.
I'm enjoying reading all the responses. I think it's sad that so many of us never had the sex talk. My family never thought of me as a sexual being because I'm disabled so didn't see the need to discuss sex with me. Even when I became sexually active at the age of eighteen it wasn't spoken of.
I found out about sex by watching the Miracle of Life on PBS. I was about 11 maybe and didn't really get it. Sex Ed didn't help much either.
When I gave away my virginty I was like "That's it? That's what all the fuss is about?" Thank god it got better with time lol.
Maggie mentioned that a girl she knew misused the oral contraceptive. I knew of a girl who did the opposite. She swallowed a vaginal suppository. Then I thought she was stupid but now I think it's sad. It's sad that so many girls are ignorant or just misinformed about sex. It's even sadder that so many have low self-esteem and use sex to feel worthy. I don't have children but I would hope that if I did I'd be able to talk frankly and openly with them about sex.
Okay shutting up now.
LOL. Me and my sister are a year apart with me being the older one. Problem was she experienced everything first and would fill me in!
Robin49, this sounds very much like my characters in Hay Fever!
Good to hear from you.
Nessie
It's even sadder that so many have low self-esteem and use sex to feel worthy. I don't have children but I would hope that if I did I'd be able to talk frankly and openly with them about sex.
Okay shutting up now.
You don't have to shut up, maripj99. You made a very important point. This subject is meant to be fun but that doesn't mean we can't learn from it. As I said, many of us are mothers and need to know the importance of The Talk. Thanks for sharing.
Nessie
I can't remember when I figured out that sex was for fun as well as babies. I think from playground talk at around 12 lol.
Ah, Jaynie. Tell us about some of that playground talk! I'll bet there was a lot of misinformation, like you can't get pregnant if you're on top (Hey, made sense to me! The law of gravity says that sperm couldn't make the climb *LOL*)
Nessie
I got the period talk and I think it was in 5th or 6th grade. I even remember mom signing the permission slip for me to see "the film" in 4th grade. I didn't get it and she never discussed it much.
Sex wasn't discussed at all in my house, and frankly, i think it's criminal! My boys are 12 and 9 and we're already talking about it.
And OMG Mom said tampons would bust my cherry!!!!!!
I think jenna and I might be related *ggg*
And OMG Mom said tampons would bust my cherry!!!!!!
CeCe, that was a common myth. I had a heck of a time convincing Mom that single girls could wear tampons, too *LOL*
Nessie
>>I'd heard that grown hormones in milk were causing girls to develop quicker.
jillian I've heard that too =\
>>CeCe, that was a common myth.
NO WAY!!!!!! I thought I was the only victim of that little farce *ggg*
It's funny now but damn, it's a wonder we can function. I knew a girl who didn't know she was pregnant at 18 until she went into labor--and hey who doesn't?
Hey, gang, I'm going to have to close this down for the drawing as of 9:00 PM EST, although you're welcome to continue posting comments.
Nessie
Obviously, the clock on this blog is NOT EST! I'll be drawing for the prize and posting in a few minutes. Drum roll...
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