Birds and the Bees? (AKA Sex Talk)

Nope. That was where the school's sex ed came in.

I rarely have anything to comment though because, not only is it awkward as hell, sex talk does not interest me. I enter 'please shoot me' mode from the background when the topic is brought up whenever really. I occasionally throw in a joke or just listen, but don't have much at all to add due to my lack of interest. It can feel lonely sometimes from my little 'outskirts', ha.

 

My mom only talked to me about a human is made with sperm and egg and I was 10. Then when I was 13 (last year) I found out about how the baby is positioned diesases like AIDS herpies ya it was disgusting. My blood flew thin after I heard about that. Also periods I knew what that was I found out about that around 11 or 12

 

My mother did 1 year after school did lol

 

My mom came in and handed me a book saying that it was time I learned how things worked. That was our talk. The rest I learned through my best friend and sex ed in school.

 

When couples hugged on TV; my mother said I shouldn't watch that filth. My parents never gave me the sex talk. They did sign a letter saying it's okay for me to be taught about sex at school. Our teacher was clearly uncomfortable and mostly he made us watch videos. So at age 8 I knew the basics of sex.

Before that (I was age 7 or 8) I discovered my dad's collection of porn magazines (aimed primarily at women?) with names such as "women on top". I understood most of the words but the pictures confused me. They contained photographs of naked men and articles written by women. My dad is heterosexual. I guess he was trying to understand what some women like.

I endured sex education again when I went to a different high/secondary school than expected. This time it was quite detailed (straight sex only) and we learned about countless methods of contraception and various sexually transmitted diseases. We later went into more detail about reproduction during biology class. I owe a lot to the internet, awkward experimentation, and my second girlfriend who was very experienced.

 

The only "chat" as I recall was with my father. I was about 11. It was about self-abuse (his word) and avoiding temptations. For God's sakes he was a Marine, and he was talking to me like a youth minister at Bible camp. At least, I didn't hear I'd go blind or get hairy palms. Ironically, I had discovered the sex books in the public library a year or so earlier. It was just embarassing all the way around. When asked if there were anything I was curious about my answer was a clear and definite, "No!" :roflmao:

 

Nah, the school did it.
They did... okay.

 

There was a family medical encyclopedia in the basement which I'd read every page of by the time I was nine. My mom caught me at it once and asked if I had any questions (I think she thought that I was a hypochondriac or something from the phrasing of the question, because the book was mostly about self-diagnosing stuff). I asked her how gay sex worked because two women could buy a dildo, but men were missing a bit (I don't think I figured that one out until well into high school).

The look I got in return is something I will never forget.

After that I started finding random religious tracts in my sock drawer. On the plus side, they taught me what condoms are! On the downside... they all said condoms were useless.

I don't think we ever had a talk beyond that.

 

IN waffle house, with my best friend and her mom, our moms gave it to us both in a public place waiting on our waffles as everyone else stares at us. Yeah ....I got it.

 

We got the sex talk, and even had a book explaining everything. And we also had sex ed in school (twice), which didn't really teach me anything more than I already knew

 

I recall my dad explaining the whole thing about how you put the penis in the vagina. I told my dad flat out, "that is so gross; you pee with it; why would you stick it inside anyone?"

This probably had my dad well prepared for when I came out to him six years later...

 

My parents haven't said a word to me about sex in an advising or information-giving sense. Which I think, depending on the child, can be very stupid. But for me, it was fine. I think...lol.

 

Same here. What's funny is if something sexual comes up in a conversation he acts like I have no idea what he's talking about. (and yes he still does this)

 

My parents never gave me the talk, yet I am here, knowing more than I should.

 

I think I was 10-12. Given by my mum.

 

I don't recall my mom ever having 'the talk' with me, but she must have done something because when I did sex ed in 4th or 5th grade I learned nothing new. I should probably ask her...

My half sisters mom (I have a complicated family) bought her the book Show Me:

Show Me - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia!

And both my sister and I were allowed/encouraged to read/look at/talk about it during the times we visited. This would have been somewhere between ages 8-10 for me because I learned about the existence of masturbation from the book, but didn't hit puberty (meaning I could try it out 'successfully') until 11.

In school we did sex ed in 4th or 5th grade and again in HS. Didn't learn anything new either time but IIRC it was fairly comprehensive. Around this same time the were training volunteer Emergency Trauma Technicians at the school (which doubled as a community center) and my mom attended some of the classes, taking me along sometimes. So I got to sit in on how to deliver a baby, including the film (which left nothing to the imagination).

In HS we also did a class trip to Fairbanks that included a visit to some medical facility for some reason. They also showed a film about childbirth, again leaving nothing to the imagination.

So that was my sex education growing up.

Todd

 

I remember asking when I was a little girl "Mummy, you know how birds and bears and things mate? Do humans do that too?"

"No sweetie... that's just an animal thing."

 

I have to add that the other formal lesson in sex that I got was when I was 10, and in the midst of a family crisis, the therapist my parents dumped me off to see every week decided that I needed to see the 1980's movie version of the famous book "Where Did I Come From?" by Peter Mayle.

This movie was narrated by Howie Mandel.

After watching that, I went home that evening and we did our usual Friday ritual back then: Have pizza for dinner and watch "Deal or No Deal" and I was squirming the whole time knowing that this man who's telling models to open cases just explained sex to me a few hours earlier. I still can't watch that show with a straight face. The funny thing is that Howie Mandel couldn't say the word "Vagina" without trying not to laugh.

If you don't believe me, it's on YouTube and you can watch it for yourself. The 1985 crappy animation was also kind of entertaining.

 

Friends, school, internet... parents haven't taught me a thing lol. Which is fine.

 

I find this quite amusing :icon_bigg