And when I say ‘Baby’, I’m not talking about partners, I’m talking about kids.
I’ve been meaning to talk about sex education for a little while now. I just didn’t have a hook to hang my argument on until I saw a tweet a couple of days ago. It was quite, quite brilliant.
I was one of those parents who never had any problem with educating her own kids on the subject of sex. It doesn’t embarrass me, and answering kids’ questions on the subject isn’t a problem, either.
“Where do babies come from?”
“Out of mummy’s tummy.”
If that’s all they ask. That’s all the answer they want or need.
Of course, if they ask, “How do they get in there?” You’ve got to answer that question too, and I did, and I used the words ‘penis’ and ‘vagina’, and I talked about the mechanics in a matter of fact way as if I was talking about anything else.
We call them ‘the facts of life’, but for me ‘the facts of life’ include managing money and being responsible, holding down a job, being loyal to friends, and being civil to people, among other things, as well as conducting sexual relationships. We should discuss all of these things with our children. We should equip them for a full, satisfying adult existence. We don’t, always do that, of course, but we should.
We don’t do it because of our own embarrassment, and let me make it clear that I believe that it’s absolutely critical that we do it. Sex education helps prevent unwanted pregnancy and the spread of sexually transmitted diseases, and every child should be armed with the knowledge that protects them from those things. It's a no-brainer. I don't want to end sex ed in schools, I simply want to supplement it.
We put our children’s sex education, and, increasingly, our children’s moral and social education in the hands of others, usually in the hands of overworked, underpaid teachers, whose ideologies we might not necessarily share, and who are hamstrung by laws and by the rules laid down by the governing bodies of their schools about what they can discuss with their pupils and how they can interact with them.
It’s not necessarily right for our children, and, personally, I’m not at all sure it’s fair on the teachers.
Besides, I wanted my kids to learn that stuff from me. I wanted them to know what I thought and felt, and think and feel about how to conduct relationships with people. I wanted them to know what I thought was important about dealing with finances. I wanted them to know what my work ethic is, and what I think it is important to take responsibility for in life. I wanted them to have an example in me and the husband, and I wanted them to be clear about what that example was, what it meant, and where it came from and why.
Honestly, I think a lot of that happens naturally in the environment that a child is raised in. I think a lot of that happens in the home. The husband and I shared time and a home with our children. They saw how we were with each other. They saw how we treated each other, how we interacted, and they knew what we expected in their interactions with each other. We didn’t fight, we didn’t raise our voices, we were all heard, and treated kindly and with respect. We were always caring and affectionate in our dealings with one another and with the children.
You can’t teach that in a classroom.
There is a move towards sex and relationship education, but all the time that children live with unhappy and or dysfunctional relationships in their homes that will be the example that prevails in their lives. You can’t un-teach that, either.
The mechanics of sex can be taught in biology. If we don’t teach our kids about sex when they ask, in a caring atmosphere, they’ll probably learn most of it in the playground or from the internet. They’ll learn at the extremes. They’ll learn the myths and stories and the misunderstood odds and ends that kids pick up, and they’ll see the rest on porn sites.
None of it’s real or pleasant, or, dare I say it? Sexy!
It leads to problems. It leads to misunderstandings about sex and it leads to skewed expectations.
Every past generation and every couple in every combination has had the right and the privilege to invent sex. I think that’s over. I think that, with the access that kids have to the internet, and the lack of real involvement in their education that parents seem to have, many kids know far too much about all the wrong things, and that there is no innocence and no trepidation and hardly any excitement as they embark on their own journeys of sexual awakening.
I was thrilled, then, to see this tweet, posted by Rachel Vail @rachelvailbooks
Great point made in son's college orientation re sex/safety/respect/etc: "Consent is really too low a bar. Hold out for enthusiasm."
I don’t know who wrote the handbook, and I don’t know whether it’s specific to that college or whether it’s a generic one that’s handed out to most or even all college kids, but whoever wrote that line should be congratulated. That’s the sort of sex education that our kids really need. That’s the sort of thing I’d say to my kids and it’s the sort of thing I want my kids to hear.
I felt sad and sorry for this first generation of computer taught kids, who, it seems to me, come jaded to sex before they’ve even experienced its pleasures, but perhaps I was wrong. I certainly hope I was.
hah, I hear that. enthusiasm all the .. er, way! I wonder how many parents would institute a "fuck at home" policy?ReplyDelete
My older daughter and her longterm partner lived together in our home before they married and moved out, and our younger daughter and her partner regularly stay together in our home. It's about knowing and respecting the situation and the people involved, but it hasn't caused us any problems.Delete
My 27 year old cousin had to sleep in his girlfriend's parent's caravan last time he was round their house. He woke up frozen, contracted a cold and missed a couple of days off work. His older sister never lets him forget.Delete
On another note, my mother is a librarian, so I used to find all kinds of leaflets on sex, drugs and teenage life tucked under my pillow on a Sunday night after football. And she acknowledged porn on the internet very earlier, before I even considered thats what you could search for. Her rule was I could look at pictures or videos, but they could only contain a woman and most importantly, only boobs, nothing below the waist. I was 17 at the time and felt like I'd just been Tangoed. My older sisters thought it was hilarious.
In reality, it may be quite hard to find 'parent approved porn'.