Talk the Talk - Sex~Kitten.net

Things may have turned out differently for me. When I was a kid, growing up in a typical, German/Polish, Catholic household, sex was not discussed. Ever. I never got "the talk" from my mom. I recall when I was 11. I came home from school, dropped my books on the table, and went to the bathroom, like I always did. But this time, it was different. The blood stained panties freakend me out. I had no freakin' idea what had happened to me. I grabbed a mirror and looked. No cuts, or bruises. No nothing. Just this blood leaking out of me. I sat there for what seemed like an eternity. Thinking. What the heck is this and what should I do about it? So I wadded up a bunch of toilet paper, put it in my panties, and thought that if I just left it alone, it would go away.

Nope, next trip the the bathroom, (probably 10 mintues later) it was STILL there. Ok, I thought, maybe I should tell my mom, I mean, what if I'm dying or something. So, there, sitting on the toilet, I called for my mom. When she walked in, I was in tears, saying I didn't do anything wrong, and that this has been here since I got home from school. Mom smiled, and said she'd be right back. Oh my God, she came back with this whole contraption-like looking thing, and a white thing that looked like a half of diaper. There was no explanation. All she said was, "You're a woman now." She then proceeded to show me how to put on this belt like thing, and attach the said diaper to it. She went on to tell me that it needed to be changed every 4 -5 hours, or more depending on the 'flow'. Again, I had no fucking clue what she was talkng about. After the bathroom scene, she handed me a small pamphlet, and told me to read it. I did, but still did not understand what was happening and what it all meant. When I went to ask her questions, all she would say was that things about me are different now, and that I need to be careful. Again, I had no clue.

Two days later, I was suppose to be going to stay with my bestest cousin, my aunt and my uncle for the weekend. Would I still be able to go? Mom had said yes, but that I'd have to take this "stuff" with me, and let my aunt know that I had my period. My what? I thought to myself. So on that weekend, I was dropped off at my cousin's house, went up to my aunt, and told her I had my period. Dammit, she smiled too. Of course, looking back on it now, I can understand why she smiled..she had 5 daughters, with whom she had already had "the talk" with. She asked me if my mom told me everythng, and all I said was, "I am a woman now." Tears flowing down my cheeks, she knew I had no clue. She cradled me softly in her arms, and said she'd tell me anything I wanted to know. Before the night was over, we were all laughing and giggling, and I knew what I needed to know about periods, sex, and all the rest of the stuff that comes with it. I will always remember my Aunt Irene, for giving me that.

Years later, when I became pregnant with my daughter, I vowed to myself that I'd always be up front and honest with her when it came to having "the talk". I promised myself and her, that when the time came, I would just not say, "You're a woman now." and offer no explanation. After my daughter was born, I asked my mom why she never explained things to me, and in her mind, she said she had.

My advice in all of this. Be honest with your kids. If they ask a question, answer it. You don't have to go into all the details..just answer the damn question. I believe that once a child knows that they can come to about 'this', they will also feel free to come to you about other things..."The talk" is just the beginning.