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August 18, 2011
My doctor father told me at the same moment that he was explaining that I would now be getting my period (i.e., too late). In thick Indian accent: "Now one spermatazoa can go up the fallopian tube and impregnate your ovum! And you will have one baby! And you should not do this!" Being a good tomboy, I basically blacked out from too much information and then proceeded to get nervous around all the guys when I had my period. Thanks, Dad. — Mira
It involved an extremely earnest 1970s picture book with watercolor illustrations of people with lots and lots of pubic hair. I was horrified by the entire thing; it was beyond anything I could have imagined. I said to my mother, "You did that with Daddy?" She said yes, and I pretty much could not look at either of them for a week. — Rachel
When I asked my mom if the missionary position was the only position, she shook her head and muttered, "Sometimes it's the easiest." — Meghan
I found out about the birds and the bees when I was about seven years old, in first grade. The school day had just ended and I was riding home on the big yellow bus. My friend turned to me and said I looked like a vagina. I had no idea what he was talking about. As soon as I got home I asked my mom what a vagina was, and she explained that it was a place where babies came from. For a very long time I thought there was a town called Vagina. — Michael
My parents gave me a "learning doll" when I was seven. She was handmade, with a painted face, and she wore a gingham dress to conceal her baby bulge. She had tufty brown hair on her head and on her crotch, and if you used your fingers like forceps and reached up that mound of brown fluff, you could retrieve the tiny plush fetus. If you kept pulling, a little stuffed umbilical cord with a little stuffed placenta followed. When Mom tired of Baby, you velcroed the placenta and cord back on, and shoved the baby back from whence it came — just like in real life. — Jennifer
I didn't get a talk; I learned about sex when my parents kissed and my siblings and I yelled, "Ugh, dooon't!" My dad always responded with further provocations, like "Ma, get your tongue out of my ear, or we'll have to go upstairs," or, "Your mom likes it when I pinch her butt." Maybe this is why I like it a little rough. Freudian? Maybe. — Raydene
I'd heard a lot about this whole sex thing, from seeing it on TV to having it blamed for my young cousin getting pregnant, and I wanted to know what it was all about. So, one day while my mom was taking a shower, I came in and said "Mom, I want to know about sex." She slipped and fell from surprise, because I was only six. Thus began my future career as a sex writer. — Lauren
My parents never had that talk with me! I did walk in on them once when I was seven. Maybe they didn't find it necessary to give me the spiel because I'd already gotten the picture right then and there. — Whitney
Commentarium (40 Comments)
my parents never talked to me about sex.
same here
Same..
me and my mom talked only once about it.and that little chat scarred my childhood!
when i was about 4,i asked my mom where babies come from.she told me god plants a seed in your tummy when you are born.At a certain age the seed starts growing and that is when the girl is married off so that the baby has a daddy who'd take care of it.it happens to different people at different ages and you may have more than one seeds.when i asked how the baby comes out...she said it comes out naturally and if you have problems health wise, the doctor operates and takes it out.
obviously i was five and had no idea about the vagina so i presumed that the only
"natural" way out of the tummy is to poop it out.
ever since then, whenever i rushed to the potty at the last moment,i was scared i might accidentally poop out my seeds.spent my entire childhood terrorized that i may have to pull out poop covered baby/baby-seeds if i accidentally pooped it out in a rush.
much later,when i was about 10,i saw the process painted out in an encyclopaedia.i could only then fearlessly poop.
"When Mom tired of Baby, you velcroed the placenta and cord back on, and shoved the baby back from whence it came — just like in real life. — Jennifer"
This is epic.. LOL
I remember being at a friend's house when I was about 8, and I saw his mom walk across the hallway naked from the waist down, wearing nothing but a t-shirt, talking on the phone. She had a perfectly shaped, big and round mullatta ass. And that's the story of my first real boner. I did not talk to my parents about it.
I'm going to start calling my vagina my 'Special Purpose.'
Right!
What I consider to be my birds and the bees conversation was with my dad, since my mom wasn't around. I was starting to get serious with this guy, and probably about 17 years old, and my dad just made me an appointment for birth control without asking me about it. I wasn't having sex, and when I tried telling him this, he responded "I DON'T LIKE THIS CONVERSATION EITHER BUT IT'S HAPPENING." And that was that.
I asked my Mom what sex was when I was maybe 6 or 7, and she gave me a very matter-of-fact description of the act. I responded "But. . .why do people do it?". She said "Because it's fun". I asked "Fun. . .like a roller coaster?" She thought about it a second and said "Yeah, pretty much".
My parents didn't talk to me about sex at all. When I was 13, my dad asked me if I knew what a nocturnal emission was. I mumbled something and walked out. End of discussion. Thank god for Dr. Ruth's "Sexually Speaking" on the radio.
"When I asked my mom if the missionary position was the only position, she shook her head and muttered, "Sometimes it's the easiest." — Meghan"
I LOL'ed!
My mum did sort of have the talk with me. It started with the school attempting to teach us where babies come from when we were about 7. The lesson was basically this: A sperm cell from the man merges with an egg cell inside the woman's belly and grown into a belly. No further explanation. I didn't get how the sperm cell got in there, so I asked my mum when I got home and got more or less the same speech, without the explanation. So I told her we already learned that in school. Now, mum spent many years relating this story as how she was beaten to the talk by the school, until I in the end had to explain why I asked in the first place when I was about 14 or 15. After asking me if I knew how the sperm cell entered the woman now and me saying yes, we both collapsed into hysterical laughter...
My mother told me not to start having sex simply because it's addictive. Boy was she right!
I had those books.
My parents were hardcore Catholics. Mom and Dad were both virgins on their wedding night at ages 26 and 29, respectively. On the requisite late 60's honeymoon flight to Bermuda, my mother told my father that they had "made a mistake."
Fast forward a decade and a half. I'm rooting around the sink cabinet in my parents' bathroom searching for a pair of tweezers. instead I find a half-spent can of spermicidal foam. Curious, I ask my Mother about it. She denies all knowledge, and makes a point of telling me that she and my father had sex exactly twice---once for me and once for my sister. Unbelievable.
"She denies all knowledge, and makes a point of telling me that she and my father had sex exactly twice---once for me and once for my sister. Unbelievable."
My mother was so uptight about talking to me about sex that she'd make up absurd things. She told me that my dad and her "may or may not" have had sex. Needless to say, I was a very confused child.
A friend of mine with a "Mommy Blog" just this week posted about telling her daughter where babies come from: http://sandiegomamaduck.blogspot.com/2011/08/lets-talk-about-sex.html
I suspect the little girl now eyes the couch with much suspicion.
the only sex talk i got from my parents consisted of my mom telling my sister to keep her legs closed and me to keep it in my pants, at age 17.
I didn't ask a lot of questions as a kid; I just came up with my own explanations for things. Babies, I figured, just sort of grew spontaneously inside women once they got married. Some grew two, some grew three. It wasn't really something anyone had a say in. And when the babies were ready, the doctor cut them out and sewed you up (I'd seen my mom's appendectomy scar, but had no idea that vaginas existed--and I'm female). Then when I was in grade one, I went with my older sister (grade three) to visit a friend of hers, and the friend had a sex-ed book. I pretended to be uninterested while all the older girls were giggling over it, and then I snuck off with it while they were doing something else and read through it as fast as I could. The information struck me as so bizarre and unlikely that I just assimilated it to my theory: that must be an optional method, if one so chose, but most people just grew babies the "usual" way.
I also just assumed that woman were somehow capable of growing babies... but only if they were married. I was always confused as it could be that I looked like my dad if I had come out of my mom's tummy. I remember deciding it was probably because my parents kissed so much. So, yes, as a young child I thought DNA was transmitted orally.
Did no one get any of it in school?
I got the "period & pregnancy" talk at age 9, without the details. I can still remember how horrified I felt 3 years later when I found out the guy had to put it INSIDE the woman...
We had sex ed for the first time in the 3rd grade in my school. I remember learning about puberty and periods, and they must have taught us about sex as well, because I remember having a basic grasp on the concept/mechanics of the act. Of course, the teacher assured us that we could feel comfortable going home and asking our parents about ANYTHING we were curious about - something I distinctly remember. My one question to my mom, as she was tucking me into bed that night? "So... how long does sex take?" She got really embarrassed and managed to mumble "Um... well, it depends..." End of conversation. Before I asked, I had no concept of the fact that sex could be an uncomfortable topic. Thanks to my mom's reaction, sex was suddenly something shameful and embarrassing. I never asked my mom anything about sex again, and twenty years later, the subject has still never come up between us. I've since come to realize that my mom has some serious issues with both sex and relationships. My parents are now (after 20-some years of marriage) divorced. My friends tell me it's a wonder that I turned out so (relatively) normal.
I started experimenting with a friend at the age of about nine so I don't ever really remember not knowing what sex was. My parents did however start cornering me at the age of about seventeen and talking to me about contraception, always when I couldn't escape, like in the car.
At age 12, having just got my first period, I told my mother that I was scared of using tampons, to which she replied impatiently, "Well, something a LOT bigger is gonna go up there someday."
I was afraid of penises for around 3 years.
I was always very interested in sex. My parents always gave me clear, clinical descriptions about anything I wanted to know about sex. I also read anything I could find about sex in the library (this was in the 1980s, before the Internet). So, when we had sex education in grade 4, I was astonished at the ignorance of my peers. We could submit questions anonymously to have answered by the teacher. Some of the questions were unbelievable, like "Can you get pregnant from kissing?" I remember thinking, "How can you be alive for 10 years as a human being, and not have learned the basics about how your own body works?"
My experience was the same.
My mother was a nurse and had no problem talking biology.
To be honest I can't remember a time I didn't know how it all worked.
My "talk" occurred when my Dad and I were riding in the truck and "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" came on. We listened to it (he had turned up the volume on the song), and at the end he asked, "Do you understand what this song is talking about?" Then told me to, "keep your rocket in your pocket."
It wasn't so much the talk, but my Dad told me that a hard d*ic has no conscience (sorry I'm terrible at spelling).
My 8 year old niece told me her 13 year old sister needs to be vaccinated to avoid pregnancy! I wonder what my sister explained to her...
I think my mom explained the medical facts of sex (penis in vagina= sperm= baby) to me when I was six and had no way to apply that knowledge to anything I might feel a few years later. But in fifth grade when we had "the talk" about periods in school I read the pamphlet they gave us, which contained all sorts of new words. I asked my mom what an orgasm was and she said "It's when you're youknow goes" and then she made this clicking sound.
Really not that helpful.
In 7th grade perochial school, the schoolyard gave us all some interesting tidbits. But it all came down to Maryann Cavalatoni dragging me in the the classroom closet where she pulled up her skirt, pushed my hand down her underpants and said, "poke me with your finger". Then she grabbed my erection and said "thats where you put this,".
She left me there, but I have since recovered, and done fairly well I might add.
my!that'd be one hell of a way to find out!
I learned when I was about 7, in a tent in the back yard, with a much older neighbour friend. She showed me with barbies. I didn't learn that guy junk was different than girl junk until sex ed three years later.
I wasn't told. I just grew up hearing about it. Then when I was like maybe 8 she came up to me and said do u k o how babies are made? And for some reason I said no. Then she went talking on for like and hour explaining how it happens and not to have sex until I find some right and is worth havin a family with. I felt very akward. She gave me the picture real good now. It haunted me for a while.
Experience is the best teacher lol
After reading these comments I hope we can all agree that maybe sex ed in the schools is a pretty good idea.
My mom and dad produced four children and we never discussed anything about sex. All we got was a lecture on the sin of fornication and lust.
when i was about 4,i asked my mom where babies come from.she told me god plants a seed in your tummy when you are born.At a certain age the seed starts growing and that is when the girl is married off so that the baby has a daddy who'd take care of it.it happens to different people at different ages and you may have more than one seeds.when i asked how the baby comes out...she said it comes out naturally and if you have problems health wise, the doctor operates and takes it out.
obviously i was five and had no idea about the vagina so i presumed that the only
"natural" way out of the tummy is to poop it out.
ever since then, whenever i rushed to the potty at the last moment,i was scared i might accidentally poop out my seeds.spent my entire childhood terrorized that i may have to pull out poop covered baby/baby-seeds if i accidentally pooped it out in a rush.
much later,when i was about 10,i saw the process painted out in an encyclopaedia.i could only then fearlessly poop.
i never got the sex talk from my parents. my dad never really talked to me, period, and my mom is super conservative. she never even taught me 'vagina.' haha. i just learned what it was called on my own.
I never got much of a "talk" except for what my dad said. "teenage boys ONLY want in your pants, and will do anything to get there, and that they don't connect sex with emotion like girls do." (by this point I had already figured that much out)