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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.
 
	 ). My husband just got annoyed and said for goodness sake it doesn’t really happen like that.
). My husband just got annoyed and said for goodness sake it doesn’t really happen like that.