Sex was a dirty word in my house growing up. Not anymore.
By: Suzanne Jannese for YourTango.com
When I was growing up, I couldn’t talk to my mother about sex. Not that she wouldn’t have been honest with me – my mum was an open book – it was more that I was an angsty tween who wanted privacy and the thought of talking about that was horrifying to me. Not to mention, my mum claimed she had been a virgin on her wedding night and expected the same for me. (Typical Irish woman.)
But at 17 and so in love with my first boyfriend (and yes, a virgin), I started taking birth control … secretly. I hid the tiny packet in a hippo money box so my mother would never find it. Yes, I felt oddly guilty but I also felt a little sad that I couldn’t tell her about something so momentous in my life.
Now that I’m a mum myself, I hope that my relationship with both my kids will be different. I want us to discuss sex. Not the nitty gritty, of course – some things are private – but I want them to come to me with their worries, to discuss whether or not they feel ready, to talk about buying condoms. Sex shouldn’t be taboo.