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Post by ck100 on Feb 23, 2019 6:05:19 GMT
In other words, did your parents ever sit down with you when you were young and talk to you about sex or did you learn about sex through things like health class, movies, porn, etc.?
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Post by them1ghtyhumph on Feb 23, 2019 6:08:23 GMT
Learned about it through osmosis
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Post by someguy on Feb 23, 2019 9:44:48 GMT
I mostly learned about it through my own imagination.
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Post by No_Socks_Here on Feb 23, 2019 11:34:23 GMT
I was in high school in the middle 60's and my parents were far too uptight to talk to me, or my brother, about sex. Everything I learned I learned at school from friends and by trial and error with my girlfriends.
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Post by JHA Durant on Feb 23, 2019 12:14:43 GMT
No. I "officially" learnt it one day in July 2001 when I was 12 when an older teacher sat me and about eight or so others down at a table and just immediately started talking about genitals, conception, defecation... for almost two hours! Even to this day I don't think what she was talking about was appropriate. It was alarmingly similar to that episode of South Park where Mr Garrison teaches the kids sex ed (though minus the video presentation).
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Post by Catman on Feb 23, 2019 14:19:23 GMT
The school taught sex education in 8th grade.
Catdad's contribution came later when he said sternly, "Don't go getting any girls pregnant, understand?" And he handed Catman a package of condoms.
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Post by mecano04 on Feb 23, 2019 22:31:27 GMT
Nope because my 2nd grade (yup, elementary school, 2nd grade) teacher gave us the real version.
She used to read us a story on friday afternoon, to end the day right before the weekend. So one day she picked a book titled "the Recipe for Babies" (translated). It's for parents and clearly aimed at explaining things for children but it doesn't hide anything. It uses the real words and the real explanations. The teacher added a few things but she didn't turn it a sex story about dad going on mom like a jackhammer. So we got the real version that afternoon.
At 7 you're weirded out when you hear what you're suppose to do (eventually) with what's in your pants but in time it feels just right.
Maybe it was weird but looking back on it, I'm pretty sure a few parents were glad that they didn't have to do it themselves.
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Post by Ass_E9 on Feb 24, 2019 1:46:56 GMT
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Post by ant-mac on Feb 24, 2019 1:49:43 GMT
No.
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Post by rachelcarson1953 on Feb 24, 2019 2:13:44 GMT
What? Two nurses did not give their son 'the talk'? Wow.
I got the film in sixth grade, and about a year later, when things started to 'change'... my mother said, "Well, now you can get pregnant." But she didn't explain HOW??? I was scared to death of getting pregnant, not knowing how exactly one got that way. A few years later, a friend explained. Whew!
I wasn't allowed to date until I was 17; yeah, I was kind of kept wrapped up in cotton batting. When I got to college, I discovered a whole new world! And I never did get pregnant! So there, Mom!
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Post by ant-mac on Feb 24, 2019 2:21:29 GMT
What? Two nurses did not give their son 'the talk'? Wow.
I got the film in sixth grade, and about a year later, when things started to 'change'... my mother said, "Well, now you can get pregnant." But she didn't explain HOW??? I was scared to death of getting pregnant, not knowing how exactly one got that way. A few years later, a friend explained. Whew!
I wasn't allowed to date until I was 17; yeah, I was kind of kept wrapped up in cotton batting. When I got to college, I discovered a whole new world! And I never did get pregnant! So there, Mom! Well, Dad died when I was 12. Around the time when that might have been due. Afterwards, the shields went up and nobody was getting close enough to give me "the talk". Anyone who tried got shutdown very quickly and harshly.
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Post by rachelcarson1953 on Feb 24, 2019 2:29:08 GMT
What? Two nurses did not give their son 'the talk'? Wow.
I got the film in sixth grade, and about a year later, when things started to 'change'... my mother said, "Well, now you can get pregnant." But she didn't explain HOW??? I was scared to death of getting pregnant, not knowing how exactly one got that way. A few years later, a friend explained. Whew!
I wasn't allowed to date until I was 17; yeah, I was kind of kept wrapped up in cotton batting. When I got to college, I discovered a whole new world! And I never did get pregnant! So there, Mom! Well, Dad died when I was 12. Around the time when that might have been due. Afterwards, the shields went up and nobody was getting close enough to give me "the talk". Anyone who tried got shutdown very quickly and harshly. I'm sorry, I forgot about you losing your dad so young.
But your mother wouldn't let anyone talk to you? It's amazing that kids manage to survive the transition from teen to young adult, quite honestly. It was a very confusing time for me. And I'm lucky that I got the straight story before something unintended happened.
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Post by ck100 on Feb 24, 2019 2:36:45 GMT
No, they did not talk to me about sex. In fact, my Mother wouldn't sign the permission slip for me to participate in 6th grade sex ed class. So I had to go sit in the library while the other kids learned about the birds and the bees. So she wouldn't tell me herself, and she wouldn't let anyone else tell me. Obviously my family was a bit fucked up. So how did you ever learn about sex?
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Post by ant-mac on Feb 24, 2019 2:40:02 GMT
Well, Dad died when I was 12. Around the time when that might have been due. Afterwards, the shields went up and nobody was getting close enough to give me "the talk". Anyone who tried got shutdown very quickly and harshly. I'm sorry, I forgot about you losing your dad so young.
But your mother wouldn't let anyone talk to you? It's amazing that kids manage to survive the transition from teen to young adult, quite honestly. It was a very confusing time for me. And I'm lucky that I got the straight story before something unintended happened. No, I wouldn't let anyone - especially her - talk to me. By the time I was 13, I was already nearly six feet tall. When I got annoyed or angry, people noticed. Around that time, I once took out a door with one well-placed kick. People quickly accepted that I wanted to be left alone.
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Post by ant-mac on Feb 24, 2019 2:40:50 GMT
No, they did not talk to me about sex. In fact, my Mother wouldn't sign the permission slip for me to participate in 6th grade sex ed class. So I had to go sit in the library while the other kids learned about the birds and the bees. So she wouldn't tell me herself, and she wouldn't let anyone else tell me. Obviously my family was a bit fucked up. So how did you ever learn about sex? Plenty of books about that in the library...
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Post by rachelcarson1953 on Feb 24, 2019 2:45:38 GMT
I'm sorry, I forgot about you losing your dad so young.
But your mother wouldn't let anyone talk to you? It's amazing that kids manage to survive the transition from teen to young adult, quite honestly. It was a very confusing time for me. And I'm lucky that I got the straight story before something unintended happened. No, I wouldn't let anyone - especially her - talk to me. By the time I was 13, I was already nearly six feet tall. When I got annoyed or angry, people noticed. Around that time, I once took out a door with one well-placed kick. People quickly accepted that I wanted to be left alone. My husband was the same way. No one pestered him, much. Fortunately, by the time we met, he had mellowed a bit, but communication was always done... cautiously.
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Post by ck100 on Feb 24, 2019 2:47:20 GMT
So how did you ever learn about sex? Plenty of books about that in the library... Almost feels like a waste of time taking health class in that case.
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Post by ant-mac on Feb 24, 2019 2:53:16 GMT
No, I wouldn't let anyone - especially her - talk to me. By the time I was 13, I was already nearly six feet tall. When I got annoyed or angry, people noticed. Around that time, I once took out a door with one well-placed kick. People quickly accepted that I wanted to be left alone. My husband was the same way. No one pestered him, much. Fortunately, by the time we met, he had mellowed a bit, but communication was always done... cautiously. I gradually grew out of it, but it wasn't until my son came along that I pretty much lowered the shields fully and let Mum back in. It only took 15 years. However, I've never been able to get rid of the feeling of contentment I get from being alone.
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Post by rachelcarson1953 on Feb 24, 2019 3:36:01 GMT
My husband was the same way. No one pestered him, much. Fortunately, by the time we met, he had mellowed a bit, but communication was always done... cautiously. I gradually grew out of it, but it wasn't until my son came along that I pretty much lowered the shields fully and let Mum back in. It only took 15 years. However, I've never been able to get rid of the feeling of contentment I get from being alone. Hmm, the older I get, the more I want to be alone. My pets are my best companions; people are getting more problematic. I was a loner as a kid, too, but got forced into social activity by my parents. I could spend hours alone outside, collecting rocks or carving wood... I didn't like being pushed into social activities, but I was a girl, and girls are supposed to do as they are told. Now, I spend most of my time home alone, and I love the solitude.
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Post by ant-mac on Feb 24, 2019 3:45:15 GMT
I gradually grew out of it, but it wasn't until my son came along that I pretty much lowered the shields fully and let Mum back in. It only took 15 years. However, I've never been able to get rid of the feeling of contentment I get from being alone. Hmm, the older I get, the more I want to be alone. My pets are my best companions; people are getting more problematic. I was a loner as a kid, too, but got forced into social activity by my parents. I could spend hours alone outside, collecting rocks or carving wood... I didn't like being pushed into social activities, but I was a girl, and girls are supposed to do as they are told. Now, I spend most of my time home alone, and I love the solitude. I was an only child - despite having a half-brother and half-sister - and I never had any trouble keeping myself amused and occupied. As we moved around regularly, I was also the new kid on a regular basis, so again, solitude was not a hardship. And strangely, I've always felt a bit like the outsider, even when I was around family or friends. It certainly wasn't anything they did. It was just something in me. And these days, between all the film and TV series I want to watch, all the music I love listening to, all the books I want to read, all the time and effort I want to put into online video gaming and all the message boards I enjoy visiting, who has time for people?!
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