- Ms. Sloth
- 8 years ago
- Wedding: May 2011 - Bartram's Garden
Inspired by this thread, I was wondering what everyone’s experience was with their parents and learning about sex from them. How did your parents handle teaching you about sex?
I think that my mother did SUCH a good job with me and my sister. I first learned about sex when I was 4 years old. My mom got pregnant and told me that there was a baby in her belly that would eventually become my new brother or sister. Unfortunatey for her, I was a very bright and VERY inquisitive child, and I kept asking more and more questions: “How did the baby get in there?” “How did Daddy plant a seed in your belly?” “What did the seed look like?” Etc.
So my mom picked up a book written for children that explained, very simply, how babies are made. You know, the basics: “When a man and woman love each other very much…”
Then, in middle school, we had sex ed, where I learned more about the intricacies and details of how sex worked.
But in my freshman or sophomore year of high school, my mom sat me down and had a really frank conversation wtih me. She told me that she really hoped that I waited to have sex, because she thought I was too young. But she knew that she couldn’t watch me 24/7 and if I wanted to have sex, I’d find a way to do it. So she told me that if I chose to have sex, it was CRUCIAL that I was responsible about it. She encouraged me to make sure the guy was wearing a condom, and she even said that, if I wanted to have sex and was too embarrassed to buy condoms, she said to ask her to do it. She said that she wouldn’t be happy about it AT ALL, but she would rather buy me condoms than find out that I had unprotected sex.
Of course I was MORTIFIED (I was only 13 or 14 and nowhere near ready to have sex), but the message stuck with me. I think she handled it really well. And I didn’t have sex until college.
Sidenote: When I was 18, she and I had another talk. It was very similar, but about drinking. She said that she knew that I drank sometimes and she couldn’t stop me, but she asked me to NEVER drive drunk or get in the car when the driver had been drinking. She said that I could call her any time and she’d come pick me up, no questions asked, no yelling or trouble, because she’d rather pick me up at 3am than have me die in an accident.
She was a cool mom.