Sex education in mid '70s (ninth grade for me; not a separate class, but a unit in health class).
Schematic diagrams of body parts.
No real explanation of how body parts fit together or why anyone would want them to fit together.
Lots of discussion about egg and sperm cells, sort of like they discussed fish egg and sperm cells in fourth or fifth grade, only fish breed without physical contact.
Lots and lots and lots of details about every venereal disease then known to humankind, including actual photographs, early symptoms, and details on treatment.
As I recall, nothing whatsoever on birth control.
I didn't know about human sex (or any sex, except for fish, which, as I said, we learned about in fourth or fifth grade) until I was eleven years old. Two friends were talking about it. I didn't believe it, so I came home and asked my mother. Horrified, she said, "SHHH! Not in front of your father!" Later, she gave me an embarrassed and inaccurate explanation. Funny how I never got curious about it, considering that I cut my teeth on the "Black Stallion" books, which talked left and right about the Black Stallion siring foals all the time. I guess I assumed that mares got pregnant with foals that looked like him just by being in the pasture next to him, and figured that females got pregnant whenever God wanted them to (God! what a horrifying thought!). In fact, I remember watching an episode of "Dr. Kildare" with my mother when I was 3 or 4, which dealt with an unwed mother. I asked her, "How come she's having a baby if she's not married? Did God make a mistake?" I forget exactly what my mother said, but she preferred to have me think that God was fallible rather than explaining how women got pregnant.
Later, I recalled with humiliation a conversation I had had many years previously with a playmate who was three years younger than me and HER younger brother, in which he had said something about the daddy planting the seed in the mommy to make a baby, and I said something like, "Oh that's just silly", and the mother saying, "Oh, Joey knows all about these things; we don't believe in keeping these things a secret" -- and here I was, about 6 years older than Joey and completely in the dark.
Edited by Judith, 28 February 2007 - 07:43 PM.
"Facts are stubborn things, and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence."