My parents NEVER talked to me about sex. Ever. My mom did, however, watch afternoon soaps with me from pretty much toddler-hood, and tell me constantly how eager she was to be a grandma.

Ultimately, I got my education from said soap operas, and later on, trashy romance novels – a reality based out of fantasy, with no basis in logistics.

I wonder, now, if that is the root of all my current problems? Of having nothing real, and clinging to the “maybes” and threads of hope that dating (or pseudo-dating) can offer? Would I have been “normal” if I had gotten the talk as a kid?

I can’t help but wonder.

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Not Talking to Kids About Sex