When I was a kid ( ok don’t laugh!) going through middle school in the 1980’s we had sex education and I remember it clearly because by the time I was 10 my Grandma ( who was a nurse in the 1930"s had already explained to me the how to’s and why for’s. I had already read her notes from college and gone through the diagrams from the enclapedia Brittanica about sex and conception.
I remember being very embarrased when they discribed a womans body and all the intimate details that I was soon to go through. I remember looking at my friend and we both were red in the face (naked bodies, even drawing as such was a private thing!) I had thought untill that time that a naked body was something quiet, I don’t know how to describe it but something sacred not to be shared with just anyone but that drawing diagram taught me a lesson I would come to regret later in life. My first impression was right it is sacred, it is beautiful and the workings of it are magestic. My grandmother taught me all the beautiful things my body could do but in that one moment all the teachings I had learned were torn apart I no longer was master of my body, instead I was taught my body was my master and that I would always be judged by how good looking, desirable and open my body was to be. I was taught that my hormones would rush and I would feel longings for another (0f course at that time it was always the opposite sex) and that I would not be able to controle these longings but I was to have “protected” sex, I was even tought how a condom worked. I was only 10 and my teachers and my school was suppose to be the epitamy of learning (after all didn’t our parents instill in us a value for learning?) so even though I was embarrased I listened. I wish now I hadn’t.
for many years I went through life torn, My grandmother taught me this was only something that is shared between two people who loved each other and were bond by the sacred sacrifice of matrimony but my education had taught me something quite different. As a teen ager who do you think won? I say " Bully" for those dads who would teach their children something that does not end in regret, who teaches their children that somethings are more important than the “passion” of the moment. May God grant me the strength to do the same when my time comes!