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Talitha712
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My Catholic grammar school didn’t touch puberty or sex ed at all. My Catholic high school did as part of a mandatory health class, but even then it depended on what teacher you got. One would teach it but the other skipped those chapters.
My upbringing was so sheltered, I didn’t learn what sex was until I was 12 or 13 and asked my mother how sperm from the man got to the egg inside a woman. She tried to evade the question, but her nervous laugh told me something was up and I was relentless until I got the truth out of her. Later, I asked her when she did plan on informing me of these things. She said she thought sixteen was a good age for The Talk.
My brother found out shortly after, when we were at Wal-Mart with dad and he saw a graphic drawing in the men’s room. My dad, who finds the mere mention of such things humiliating, couldn’t bear the thought of waiting until we got home for The Talk - he just wanted to get it over with. So he sent me away and took my brother to a quiet aisle. Yep, my brother had The Talk in Wal-Mart. It didn’t exactly encourage him to ask questions, he learned to depend on his friends for that.
Obviously, I would handle a lot of this differently. Much earlier than my mom, much more privately and comfortably than my dad. But my point is, even the best-meaning parents - and I will say, my parents are wonderful people - don’t always know the best way to handle this. In those situations, conversation at school becomes important.
My upbringing was so sheltered, I didn’t learn what sex was until I was 12 or 13 and asked my mother how sperm from the man got to the egg inside a woman. She tried to evade the question, but her nervous laugh told me something was up and I was relentless until I got the truth out of her. Later, I asked her when she did plan on informing me of these things. She said she thought sixteen was a good age for The Talk.
My brother found out shortly after, when we were at Wal-Mart with dad and he saw a graphic drawing in the men’s room. My dad, who finds the mere mention of such things humiliating, couldn’t bear the thought of waiting until we got home for The Talk - he just wanted to get it over with. So he sent me away and took my brother to a quiet aisle. Yep, my brother had The Talk in Wal-Mart. It didn’t exactly encourage him to ask questions, he learned to depend on his friends for that.
Obviously, I would handle a lot of this differently. Much earlier than my mom, much more privately and comfortably than my dad. But my point is, even the best-meaning parents - and I will say, my parents are wonderful people - don’t always know the best way to handle this. In those situations, conversation at school becomes important.