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Bud and I compared notes on our sex education back in the fifties. “Oh yeah, I got one sentence. ‘Quit playing with your goober.’ ”
I think I got sex uneducation instead. Mother kept us under her eagle eye. “You kids play here where I can see you.” Should we get quiet while playing, she’d be on us in a heartbeat to breakup any attempts to investigate or “play doctor.” Believe me, we did not get play doctor kits. Despite my best efforts, I rarely even got a chance to peak at a baby boy having his diaper changed. When I finally did get my eyes on the prize, I came away thinking girls were plain and boys were fancy. Mother was so modest that when my brother and I were toddlers we bathed together in our underwear. I was probably in school before I bathed in the nude.
Pregnancy didn’t exist. Women “were expecting” instead, but that was mentioned in whispers only to ladies. I don’t know how men ever got the news. The television snapped off instantly if a woman went into labor. Had to get my sex education the way God intended, from my equally ignorant friends. I learned some amazing things from my friend Margaret Green. She matured early, getting breasts and starting her menses at ten. Until then, it hadn’t occurred to me that the same calamity might befall me.
Margaret eagerly shared her amalgam of misinformation with me. Women got pregnant (not expecting) when a man climbed on top of her in bed and peed on her. The baby breathed through the mother’s belly button. If she was submersed, the baby would suffocate. A girl could get pregnant sleeping with another girl. The baby had to be cut out of the mother. I’m sure there was much more. I just remember the important parts.
I must have been crazy. I went straight to more with Margaret’s wild tales, sure she was lying. Mother was so mad Margaret opened Pandora’s box. She had no choice but to give me the very most basic explanation. I was so disgusted upon learning the mysteries of life. “That’s awful. I am never getting married!” That was fine with Mother. However, I was relieved to find out that there would be no peeing.
I can’t imagine how my mother had five children as much as she disapproved of sex.
“Had to get my sex education the way God intended, from my equally ignorant friends. ” LOL! Me, too! Find it funny, though, how you still ended up nursing. ;>)
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Who knows what’s ahead for them. It was Mother’s fault. She said I couldn’t be a cowgirl or a ballerina, my first two choices.
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As a mother I can attest to mother’s only disapprove of their KIDS having sex! 😀
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Truer words were never spoken.
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Haha… the truth can be scarier than any rumors. Wow, your mom took good care to keep you all “safe”… lol!
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No kidding!
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I believe you totally!!!
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Yea.
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😄
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“Goober.” Hmm. I was never warned about those. Maybe that was when the trouble started.
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Really! You must have not gotten caught playing with yours.
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You are priceless, Linda! I laughed and wondered if my mother saw me from heaven.
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I dn’t Know how I ever managed to have kids!
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LOL!
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LOL. I remember learning about sex from my best friend when I was ten. We hid in her closet and discussed it.
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I know you hid. I wouldn’t have wanted to get caught!
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Hahahahaha! I learned about sex education from one of my friends in 6th grade. LOL! First, the school had a film on the basics of sex education – girls starting their periods. This just opened Pandora’s box for all of us. We wanted to know more. Some of the girls had the nerve to ask their mothers and then gave us the information.
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Kids are desperate for information. I’d never dared go to my parents. I thought my interest was wrong.
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Hahaha! I know what you mean! LOL!
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I know. My parent’s always said, you can talk to me about anything.” They must have meant, God, or He’ll, or rat my siblings out. Anytime I moved toward anything I really wanted to know, they shut me down.
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LOL! When I asked my mom about starting periods after they showed us a film on it at school she just said, “Do you have any questions?” I said, “No.” So the subject was dropped.
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We sure did grow up with a lot of misinformation didn’t we.
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My mother ( now 92 ) was good and told me how babies were born – but not to tell my friends in case their parents didn’t want them to know yet! She also prepared me to expect periods – just as well, as mine came when I was 11. I was not pleased and too embarrassed to tell my friends’ mother I couldn’t go swimming with them! However I think women still do not know enough about how we are constructed – probably because we can’t see. The best film I saw on the facts of life was the one parents were invited to see before our ten year olds were shown it.
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There were all kinds of restrictions then. You couldn’t get wet, wash your hair, take a bath, go swimming. All that was crazy.
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I keep hearing about that film, but never saw it.
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How come you are so fast in writing blogs?
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I just write what I know about so I don’t need research.
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Ohh that’s cool. I do follow each of your blog.
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Thanks. Is your blog new. Writing posts gets easier.
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You are doing a good job with you blog. It’s looks really new. Posting gets easier over time. The best thing is the friends you make.
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Thank you mam. Would you suggest me ways so that more people can read my blog and share their views? Cause you really inspire a lot of people with your work and I am one of them.
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I make a point to visit comment, and follow blogs. That really helps me.
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What exactly is a poi?
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That’s a typo. I meant to type point.
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