My mother came into my room when I was home sick from school one day and tossed a booklet, a box, and a belt on my bed. "You'll be needing these soon." That was all she said before she turned to leave the room. I was thirteen years old. I read Dickens, David Copperfield, at that time haha.
That was the extent of my home education on the matter. I was once given an assignment at school to watch a television show at home. I was allowed to listen while the show was on, but the screen was mysteriously blacked out, no visual. At one point, sperm were mentioned, I asked what it was. Both of my parents were in the room with me, but neither answered. Ugh.
I determined to do things differently with my daughter. I started telling her about things to do with her body and sex as soon as she was old enough to understand the words I spoke. By the time she was approaching puberty, she had a lot of questions, and I answered them all as thoroughly as I could. She has lived a life so far removed from the way I lived mine, the difference is amazing considering how similar we are in some other ways.
That was the extent of my home education on the matter. I was once given an assignment at school to watch a television show at home. I was allowed to listen while the show was on, but the screen was mysteriously blacked out, no visual. At one point, sperm were mentioned, I asked what it was. Both of my parents were in the room with me, but neither answered. Ugh.
I determined to do things differently with my daughter. I started telling her about things to do with her body and sex as soon as she was old enough to understand the words I spoke. By the time she was approaching puberty, she had a lot of questions, and I answered them all as thoroughly as I could. She has lived a life so far removed from the way I lived mine, the difference is amazing considering how similar we are in some other ways.