A friend was explaining sex to me. We were in grade 6 so I must have been 11 or 12. However, I was a socially delayed kid and not ready (I guess) to accept what he was saying. Anyway I told my friend that God decided when it was time for a husband and wife to have a baby. When they had lived together long enough he would make it happen. I also told him that what he was suggesting sounded nasty.
As time went on I picked up hints that he had been correct, but I wasn't immediately ready to let go of the God concept. I decided that intercourse was an artificial way to make a woman get pregnant if she and her husband were not willing to wait for God to act.
It was not until I was 14 and had been masturbating for a year that I figured everything out.
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Reading this, in so many ways my very misunderstanding of conception was similarly cockeyed. First, I grew up so protected and naive and never saw a naked female, so I did not know that only boys had penises. (I mean without one, how could you even pee?) Then my friend told me that to make a baby, "He sticks 'HIS' into 'HERS'". That made absolutely no sense at all to me. And I, too, like the writer assumed that when a man and woman got married and slept in the same bed, at some point God made a baby start developing. I had even overheard my mom telling one of her friends that another one of her friends was "praying she'd get pregnant". See? God clearly was the one who made these things happen!
ReplyDeleteAdd me to the dumb list. I somehow knew that girls did not have penises, but I was unsure about balls. I was in junior high when I found out for sure that they didn't.
ReplyDeleteThis thing about girls and balls! I can't help replying. There was a girl living next door to us when I was about seven or eight. She was agressive about examining how my body was put together. She did not reciprocate at that time, so I didn't learn anything. But several days later she took me down in the cellar and partially disrobed. I had no idea that she was so jealous about my male equipment until she pulled down her panties and showed me a small velvet bag like a jewelry bag. She had attached a string to the bag so that the string hung on her hips and the bag dangled just below her reproductive opening. "Look!" she told me. "I've got a little bag like yours!" That was the beginning of my sexual education.
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