Where Did I Come From?

I can say that I was raised pretty well, I mean obviously I didn’t end up on Intervention so they must have done something right. One thing they never did was give me the “sex talk” and it was a long journey for me to figure it out on my own.

0818402539.jpgI don’t think my parents were ever comfortable with explaining sex or anything to do with how the body worked to their children. I can’t speak for my brother but I know I was completely clueless for many years and I think that explains a little bit about my history.

As a kid the way I learned about sex was from the book Where Did I Come From and thinking back now it really didn’t explain it all that well. I mean, for a while I thought lying naked in a bed with someone of the opposite sex and hugging was how you got babies. If that were the truth I would have about 17 children by now :omg:

I will admit to reading the book quite a bit as it fascinated me, I just didn’t really understand what the hell was going on :dunno: I suppose kind of like when I read the book Forever but I’ve already discussed that moment in my life.

When I first got breasts I was so embarrassed by them as it was the end of fourth grade and I was the only one. When I first got my period I didn’t know what it was. I saw this stuff all over my underwear one morning in 7th grade and just threw them in the wash to put on another pair. Later that day my mom asked me if I got my period and I was like “Oh is that what that was?”

Apparently my upbringing was different than Erik’s, I’m not sure about his dad but his mom wasn’t embarrassed to tell them the truth. That would be a completely different post :eyebrow:

How much did your parent’s tell you and how much did you have to figure out on your own?

  1. Mr. Fabulous

    January 23, 2008 at 8:49 am

    Um…what? Uh…

    Where am I…

    I can’t focus on anything but the new look…


  2. Robin

    January 23, 2008 at 8:51 am

    Awww, I din’t mean to scare ya.

  3. Mr. Fabulous

    January 23, 2008 at 9:02 am

    You know how skittish I am. Change scares me. And this is a 180 degree change…

  4. Robin

    January 23, 2008 at 9:04 am

    Think of it like a new haircut, I’m still the same person.

  5. bluepaintred

    January 23, 2008 at 9:44 am

    My parents told me I was hatched. Stop laughing! they had a ceramic egg made, split in half, that was big enough to hold a human new born. It sat in a closet in the hall. it was not until, high school sex ed that I first realized that maybe I did not come from the egg.


    I asked my parents that night but they assured me some babies are hatched and that I was one of them, so I believed them.

    Did you just mutter “retard” under your breath?

  6. DutchBitch

    January 23, 2008 at 9:45 am

    If that were the truth I would have about 17 children by now

    Only 17??? Tell Mr Lilypad to lie in bed with you naked and hug you MORE! :rock:

    BTW…. I just noticed… there is a smiley called “Robin” and a smiley called “MrFab”. There isn’t a really sick one called “DutchBitch” is there? Just asking… I didn’t manage to check them all yet..

  7. Robin

    January 23, 2008 at 9:54 am

    BPR – That might be a form of child abuse :what:

    DutchBitch – I’ve been meaning to have another contest so more people can get smilies but I haven’t. I’ll get on that.

  8. J.

    January 23, 2008 at 10:16 am

    Nobody told me anything.
    In fact, for the longest time, I thought you birthed babies out of your ass.
    (I did not just say that)

  9. Amanda

    January 23, 2008 at 11:12 am

    My parents didn’t tell me anything, I had to pick it up on the streets.

  10. themuttprincess

    January 23, 2008 at 11:24 am

    My parents just assumed I already knew everything and preached abstinence. Which worked out really well for all of us–I got pregnant at 16.

    I learned all I know about sex from porno movies. Which also explains a lot about my past………..

  11. Robin

    January 23, 2008 at 12:12 pm

    J – I thought I was bad :what:

    Amanda – Well you probably found out a lot more information that way.

    TMP – You should know then…when he cums it is not required to go in your face or on your boobs.

  12. Mr. Fabulous

    January 23, 2008 at 12:15 pm

    But…I WANT Erik to cum on my face…

  13. Robin

    January 23, 2008 at 12:18 pm

    I’m sure he’d do that for you :erik:

  14. cheri

    January 23, 2008 at 1:17 pm

    I know the ? was what did my parents tell me. That I dont’ recall in detail. What I have done with my own child is from a young age is answer all his questions. He thought women peed out of their butts – I corrected him and told him no it’s called a vagina. He then liked saying that word over and over (age 4). He asked me about his penis hurting and such..I explained it was growing and when it was hard it’s called an erection. He knows the basic concept of sex (age 6), he knows what being gay means (age 5). I have no problem talking about boners, and safe sex and all that stuff. My point? I don’t understand those who can’t. My son’s father is too embarrassed about that stuff – HELLO he’s the same sex he has the same shit – why embarrassed? To me it just makes sense – you talk about it and you answer their questions, even if it is embarrassing! That’s your job as a parent!

  15. Gwen

    January 23, 2008 at 2:26 pm

    Robin, consider yourself at least partially lucky. My mother used to teach prenatal and sex was never a mystery in our house. I was the little kid on the playground explaining it to other kids. The single most embarrassing moment of my life was when my mom came to my class to teach sex-ed.
    I also happened to have more guy friends than girl friends, as I got on better with them (you can take that to any place you like). So I spent the whole class having my friends nudging me and telling me how cool my mom is and asking if they could come over after school.
    She still has her baby doll complete with placenta, umbilical cord and pelvis to illustrate birth if you still need that talk.

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