But at least today I’m not putting it here. It’s actually over at Off Our Chests, because writing about our little saga this weekend got me thinking about various tampon-related issues from my youth.
Or, rather, the youth of those who honestly had no clue what was going on when they finally came of age.
C’mon over and join the conversation. I happen to know from yesterday’s post that y’all have PLENTY of stories to share.
Okay, I’m kind of crying about that whole Debbie thing. I don’t have girls, but, if I did…oh lord, I can’t imagine that.
I could tell from yesterday’s post that you and Chickadee were able to talk openly about these things. A good thing too or things could have been a lot worse. I hope that Chickadee has recovered from the whole thing.
My mum was very open about everything and I could ask her lots of questions which was a good thing as we got our sex ed from a nun in a catholic school. So I am 100% sure that SHE never had sex!
My small religious grade school started sex Ed at first grade. Nothing more really than the very basics of the making of babies. You know, eggs, sperm, married people only, nine months and a baby comes out!
By the time we were in eighth grade (my dad was the teacher) we were watching “The Miracle of Life”, birthing scene and all. And still some of my classmates didn’t understand.
I think it’s funny that the ads showing up on the right side of the page, for me, are for a menstrual cup and kotex.