This same mentality was around when I was in high school in the 70s. “Everyone’s having sex. Everyone’s having drugs.” And a lot of them were. Well, guess what? I wasn’t. And I was insulted by the assumption that I would. It was especially assumed that I would because my mother was a widow, so her friends told her that I would automatically have sex because I missed my father. And when I would say “not everyone is like that” I’d often get “Oh, yes, you are, you just won’t admit it.” Guilty conscience? The feeling that “because I’m doing it everyone else must be doing it as well?” Misery really does love company. Many of the people I knew ended up pregnant (ironically enough they were those whose mothers put them on the pill at an early age, so there goes that argument). 30 years later, most of that group are multiply divorced, bitter and raising promiscuous children who are perpetuating the cycle. One turned her life around, married a stable guy, and tells her children not to make the same mistakes she made. Some had abortions. Some regret their past mistakes. Some still don’t get it, insist “that’s just the way it is these days,” continue to sleep around and wonder why they can’t find a good guy. One had a 15-year-old daughter who killed herself because she had sex with a boy and he dumped her. How tragic is that?
What made a difference to me was that I was raised with the idea that I was not created to be used and sex was not a party favor. My husband and I have 2 children in their 20s now and they feel the same way. It’s not that hard when you respect yourself, when you have goals that you’re working toward, and when you’re selective about who you date in the first place. It’s really disturbing to me that we sell our young people so short with the view that they’re doomed to be nothing more than animals in perpetual heat with no intelligence whatsoever.