Last night I asked my husband how many adults he thinks are actually prepared, in childhood, for sexual encounters. He said that he did not know. “Don’t they have classes in high school?” he queried. I responded that I thought high school was too late.
I mean, how can 150 girls and women testify about sexual abuse by Larry Nassar as written in the Sentinel, Jan. 25, 2018? In following media reports on the case, I am hoping that someone will publicly raise the question of: “Where here were the parents?” Was not one of the girls ever graphically informed about places no one should ever touch? Where are those long, regular family conversations where children gradually learn to use words to discuss what is right and what is wrong?
My mom told me about sex, once. I freaked! All I could do was run outside and down the alley trying to handle the image. As I recall, that was the last time we talked other than some vague memory of my mother saying that “Men enjoy sex; women endure it.”
There was even no conversation when I came home, broken, after an illegal abortion. My mother only said, “Don’t ever let your father know about this.” I didn’t. I will never know what would have happened if he had known. When and how will we ever figure out how to educate our precious sons and daughters so they have the tools and strong voices to be protected from sexual ignorance and predation in this life?