Holy shit we can edit titles here. I got to fix a typo; what a dream. Fuck Reddit.
Haha welcome to the fediverse, glad you’re enjoying it.
My dad told me we were going to talk about sex. I asked him what he wanted to know. That was the end of the conversation.
You did a dad joke on your dad. Impressive
He sure showed that mother fucker.
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.”
I built a shed with my dad when I was like 14 and he went “well your mother wanted me to talk to you…”
We had an awkward conversation but it was very short and he was just like “some guys have a lot of sex. Some guys don’t. That’s ok. It feels really good. Use protection”
It wasn’t until I fucked up with some drugs as an older teenager he was like hey cool it with that nonsense.
He’s a good guy haha.
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 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.
My parents side stepped having this conversation by letting their first child serve as a negative example for the rest of us
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 mom worked in a hospital, so she saw the worst of the worst that comes from drugs. Naturally she was very anti-drug
All I know is plastic wrap is not the same as a condom. Also don’t forget it after getting the wendys.
What conversation? You guys had conversations?
My dad said I was your age once too. I know telling you not to do it is pointless. When you do things, don’t be an idiot about it. Trust the people you’re with, don’t do too much, don’t drive, and Jesus Christ if you’re in a situation where you need to call me at 3am you better call me. Am I going to be irritated I got woken up? Yeah but, I’ll get over that. I can’t fix you being dead.
My Mom did the sex talk. Don’t really remember it but, it resulted in birth control 2 years before I even stated dating so I was safe.
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.
