When we had the sex talk in UK high school (as opposed to whatever we learnt in biology), all I remember clearly is that all the condoms were stolen. I don't know if anyone was listening at that point. Ships were well into sailing by then.

As a high-schooler, I would've loved a quarter of Health a year, just because I hated PE that much and was actually good at all the failure rates and blood alcohol content calculations.

Instead, we had PE every quarter, plus Health for a separate one-semester course. And I discovered the wisdom of taking archery every quarter with the PE teacher who was notorious for getting high with students out back of the gym.

In high school, we had to take PE once a week, and ballet once a week, but I'm not even going to pretend like my high school experience was normal. We could also go get Communion before a particularly hard test, if we wanted.

We had 5 semesters of PE required, I think, and one of those was split with driver's ed. There were no different types of PE classes to be taken, though.

And I discovered the wisdom of taking archery every quarter with the PE teacher who was notorious for getting high with students out back of the gym.

::highfives amych::

Ugh. Normally the parental sex talk conversation doesn't faze me at all. Seriously, not at all. But today, it seems to be touching a tender spot.

I even went for an hour and a half walk with the little guy to pull myself out of it, to no avail.

PLEASE skip over the next bit if you are at all sensitive.

I'll whitefont just in case. Here are the only three sentences my father ever uttered to me about sex. "If you try to stop me again, I will kill you." "Yes, it is supposed to hurt." And the capper, "You wanted it that way.'

At the apex of the ironies available in the human condition, he refused to sign every single sex-ed permission slip ever produced in my academic career. So. Not only did I have to suffer the brutality and humiliations at home, but I also got to be that weird kid who had to leave perfectly normal science classes to go sit in the nurse's office.

Sometimes, I look in the mirror and just have to shake my head in disbelief.

{{{bonny}}}

but I do remember this hilarious curriculum about drugs in health class in 7th grade, where they taught us all the "street" names for drugs: blow, smack, etc. So that we could better communicate with our future dealers?

Hah! I DON"T recall this, but I DO think we had to learn the lingo of STDs (like "the Clap").

I went to public school, so we had the boys vs. girls puberty talks in elementary school, and then the health class "DON"T DO DRUGS!" and "OMG SEX!" talks in middle school. We did have a required semester of health class in high school, but I don't recall much sex ed in there--I think they figured it was too late by then, since we also had a nursery in my high school.

I don't recall not knowing where babies came from, but I had one of those "Where Did My Little Sister Come From" books, when she was born when I was 4, and my brother was born when I was 6, so the "a mommy and a daddy love each other very much" intro and then more detailed info was pretty well laid groundwork.

Oh, and I did have to take Catholic Sunday School "supposedly well known figures like a rando football player talk about not having sex before marriage" bunch of classes, also in middle school.

I'm just sputtering.

and sending the brackets and ma~~~

Oh, bonny. If there's one thing I've learned, you never know where the triggers are going to come from. Which is an awful, awful thing.

So sorry. {{{}}}