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Opening the lines of communication early is good--ensuring that your kid knows ze can come to you with questions, anxieties ect. as ze gets older.
Having said that, though, I know of a fair few home-ed parents who 'did' sex education when the kid was, like, four. Somehow this always seemed to need to occur as publicly as possible, say at an Education Otherwise picnic. "Yes, Beren/Gwynhwyfar, women have vagiiIIIIiinas. And what do men have? PeeEEEEEeenises! That's right! Look, even the doggie has a penis!" (Although given the inability of some of the adult attendees to keep their goods in their pants it's a wonder Beren or Gwynhwyfar needs to be told that men have penises, but I digress...) and be delivered at the top of the parents' lungs, with a smug see-how-progressive-I-am grin. They would then check the "Sex education" box on their mental curriculum and move on to fucking 3-D chess or whatever.
Of course, by the time Beren hit puberty he'd have forgotten all about it, the subject never having been revisited. They'd have to go through the whole thing again, this time with a gangling 13-year-old rather than a cute little moppet of 4. |
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