Holy shit we can edit titles here. I got to fix a typo; what a dream. Fuck Reddit.
When I was about 15, my grandma told me “If you don’t want her to be a mommy, always remember to wrap your salami.”
That was about it, and yes, it was as strange as it sounds.
My Mom once said to me, “Be good, but if you can’t be good, be careful.”
My dad took me for a drive when I was 15. Awkwardly asked if I knew about women. I lied and said yes. He was visibly relieved. That was the end of it.
My wife and I made sure our kids had multiple sex talks, quizzed them about scenarios (especially involving STDs and consent), and gave them starter 3-packs of condoms.
We’re not leaving things to chance. We also factored the future therapy bills into the equation.
Open and honest. If you were old enough to ask a question you were old enough for a relatively complete answer. No judgement or lecture. Just the truth.
I do the same for my kids.
The goated answer.
My parents said that they would let me drink under their supervision once I turned 16. I didn’t take them up on the offer because i wasn’t interested. Any time my Mom lit a cigarette I would start talking about how bad it was for her. So they never felt a need to talk to me about other drugs. Eventually when I waa 20 I let a girl talk me into drinking with her at her place when her parents were out of town, and she’s my wife now.
For sex, my parents were like “you talked about that stuff in school right? You know to use protection?” And I was like, “yeah I’m good”.
I was a responsible youth, the one in the friend group always thinking about the consequences and long-term effects of actions. My parents knew they didn’t have to worry about me.
My parents side stepped having this conversation by letting their first child serve as a negative example for the rest of us
What conversation? You guys had conversations?
The principal of my small-town high school heard kids talking about pump jack parties. He thought we were going out to a pump jack to get drunk and ride the pump jacks. Apparently, in his day, that’s what kids did. He brought in a guest speaker from a local oilfield company to talk to the senior students about the dangers of doing that.
We were dumbfounded by the talk because none of us had ever thought to ride a pump jack. What we called a pump jack party was just when a specific couple parked their car in the country to have sex.
Older people in the community have since confirmed that riding pump jacks was indeed a thing.
Older people in the community have since confirmed that riding pump jacks was indeed a thing.
it was and it was insanely stupid and fun. imagine trying to get on one of those carnival rides at the local fair, while it’s running.
back road fuckin was pretty fun too, though much harder to find a partner.
“Don’t put your mouth where you wouldn’t put your fingers first”
“If you don’t want dirt on your dick when you ride a horse use a blanket or keep your pants on”
“Hey, keep your own tissues and lotion in your room”
“I had a patient that had gonoria so bad that he just tried ignoring it. We had to peel those nasty underwear off of him, smelling liked something died. Anyways wear a condom.”
“God never says sex is a sin, we’re even commanded to go have kids, but what makes lust a sin is when you get it twisted and think your desire matters more then someone elses humanity.”
The actual “talk” never happened because I talked about sex with my parents (kids in school were talking about it in general) first and they said “I know you know about sex already but you should know it’s not appropriate to talk about it with anyone yet, when you’re older you’ll get it for now just be a kid.” Or something like that
My parents bought me a book about sex and never talked about it.
We never talked about drugs because I never showed any interest and the PSAs seemed like enough.
My mom bought me a book on puberty and handed it to me. That was the extent of anything even remotely related to that. I don’t even think I read the book.
The public school system I grew up in had sex ed every year anyway, and occasional anti drug stuff.
I was always an isolated loner so I don’t think any of that was ever a concern for my parents anyway.
Given some books about girls puberty. Talked about sex should be consensual. Dad being dad said if it wasn’t tell him and he take care of it
Don’t do that!!! Cause most people don’t want other people to be killed!! Especially a young scared girl! Fuck man.
Also had several classes about it. One in regular school, one with a rabbi. Both were fine.
Mother also gave me a condom when I got my second boyfriend. It was ribbed. I did not want to know this.
My parents were like “love who you want to love just don’t make me have to visit you in prison”
I was about 8 years old: “You wanna know what beer tastes like? Here, gross right? So you’re never going to drink one again right?”
He did the same with cigarettes immediately after.
In my teen years: “I’m not going to lie to you son, sex feels great. But if you do it with the wrong person it can ruin the rest of your life and you’ll never get to do it again so make sure she’s right for you before you do it or you’ll regret it for the rest of your life”
Never had either of those conversations with my parents. They drank heavily, fought constantly, and for the last 5-6 years of their marriage we lived in an abandoned house so it probably wouldn’t have been a great talk. Instead I just swore I’d be different and in most ways I am.
How do you live in an abandoned house for 6 years? That is occupied?
I suppose it was. The method is drive down dirt roads until you think you see a roof poking through the brush. Take the address to the courthouse and look up who owns the land, then call. We lived there for free, granted it was an old drafty house and was missing window panes here and there. Those we filled with cardboard or plywood (cut to fit the hole), and tapped into place. Our bathroom didn’t have a door, sink (it had a sink, but it was never hooked up), or floor leading up to it (just step joist to joist and don’t rush or you could fall into the dirt/mud under that end of the house).
I’m in my 40s now and just in the past decade or so did I realize how bad it looked from the outside looking in, but to a kid, that was just life. I thought everyone had multiple refrigerators because when one quits working, you just go to the auction and get another to put beside it, as kids we thought it was funny to tell guests to open the other one because it got insanely gross after a while (maggots, black slime that food eventually turned into, etc.).
There’s a lot in this little story that is wild to me, but you had guests
They put on “Kids” and said if you want to live that life here’s how you’ll end up.
