Pony and Mindseye..
Perhaps, sex education can be taught at home. Somehow though I can't imagine my family sitting around the kitchen table discussing anal sex, looking at pictures of genital warts, syphillus sores, and other STDs, or holding a practice for me and my bros putting a condom on a wooden dowel. I think any of these would be a little more graphic than my parents could handle. <<just thinking about this causes me to LMAO>>
I think I had a decent understanding of the mechanics of screwing and the way that an embryo develops from a fertilized egg a couple of years before we first had sex ed in the sixth grade. My friends, older brothers, and family discussions at the kitchen table covered the basics pretty well. I also knew that there were diseases that were associated with sex...period.
In school, we watched videos of birthing, the development of embryos, and what are the characteristics of various STDs and what they looked like in the genital areas and orally. The last vid was so gross that some of us swore off sex and the thought of sex for a good 10 hours....hey, we were 15 or so.
Until I went to college, I assumed everyone had a similiar course. Not so. One of my roomates missed swim practice two days in a row, and when I got back to the room to tell him the coach wanted to see him tomorrow, I found him crying. After a few minutes of talking and reassuring him I would keep my lips sealed forever, he told me that he had gotten drunk during the holidays and had sex and caught something. "My life is ruined."
"What did the doctor say?"
"I have not been to a doctor."
huh? "How do you know?"
"I am certain that I have syphillis. I have two large sores on my penis. My life is ruined; I can't tell my parents. yada, yada. I can't go into the doctor's office and pull out my dick and show him."
After about ten minutes of talking, he dropped his shorts and showed me the two large sores on his penis. They were monster pimples [I am sure they have some name.] that hurt like hell. I went down and bought a sewing kit, alcohol, and gauze pads so he could lance them. End of problem.
On spring break this year, he came out to visit and reminded me of this event. He told me that he had contemplated suicide for a couple of days....because of two pimples. From his sex ed, he remembered that syph sores were the size of a dime or lagrer with a bright red ring and a white center. In mine we saw color pictures, gross! Which sex ed was better in the longer term?
jay