That Long Awaited Talk, STIs Included
"And that's how I was born, not what you tell me." |
Like
any self-respecting mother-and-daughter combo, my mother and I decide to have
the talk with the twelve year old. Not about the birds and the bees mind. She
seemed to know enough of that, the other day she had come into my room sat on
my little bed in the corner, and proceeded to tell me how much more dangerous
some STDs were than others.
Chlamydia it seems, does not exhibit any
symptoms in the female of our species, and in her book gonorrhoea was by far the
most unforgiving and icky.
I
sat there in front of my mirror hand suspended not sure whether to proceed with
my make up or tell her to shut up because, good girls did not talk that way.
For
the first time in my life I wished we were living on some slave estate in the
1800s and I could not so gently chide her but hitting her mouth and threatening
to tell mama, or more ominously, the master.
Instead
I took a deep breath, remembering that it was good for her to have such
knowledge at such an age, you never know what these kids get up to these days,.
And if it saved me having to scare her into abstinence by getting her a copy of
AIDS In The Tropics, which the very thought of made me shudder and wonder if it
was too late for me to clamp my legs together.
“Would
you like to see pictures, we got a book at school and it shows you all kinds of
stuff?”
I
felt a cold finger of dread flick up and down my spine, there was only one book
which showed all kinds of stuff and I
had seen it when I was 14 and forced myself to forget. No way was that well
spring of repressed memory going to invade my frontal lobe.
“uh
no thank you my baby,”
I doubt that my head had any room for any such
endearments but I like to think of myself as a not so harsh older sister and
that I set a good example in refraining
from a boorish degradation of my almost lady like eloquence. In my head I
rival the queen.
“Oh,
ok we have a test tomorrow and would you believe that she said we had to draw,”
The way she proceeded to tell me about syphilis and all the other disease, made me
brim with pride. Nothing puts a damper on revulsion like a well elocuted
recitation of any sex diseaqe.
Moreover her almost text book knowledge of
herpes made famous in these parts by Rihanna wehuma
(Rihanna of the enormous forehead) and Chris Brown wemahobi (of the much more
chiselled brow) – I am quoting our local paper Kwayedza. So do not applaud my apt description of the duelling duo.
Now,
where was I?
Following
this discussion, mama and I being the self respecting citizens of the world we
were decided it was high time she gained practical knowledge of the menstrual
cycle and how to deal with it when it final came. She is going to boarding
school next year and we wouldn’t be there to guide her through the blood and
gore.
How
to avoid embarrassment in the event of an accident
This
can be achieve by waiting for everyone to evacuate the class/dining hall. And
pretending like you are in no rush to go anywhere, and if a teacher comes to
usher you out insist that you are perfectly fine where you are.
How
to sit absolutely still in Case of any spillage
Brand
loyalty is so rare in 12yr olds. The wrong pad can lead to an accident. To avoid
this young girls are to be told never to move/fidget/flinch when their
affliction begins. It can stand between you and that Justin Beiber stand in.
How
to avoid the palms of any boy who thinks he can guess when your period is going
to start.
When
I was in High School, I was in the same stream as this short stocky little
fella that only ever wanted to hold onto my hand when I was menstruating. He
would look into my eyes knowingly and gently stroke my hand. He seemed to see
into me. Years later I remembered telling him what was wrong, and realised that maybe he wasn’t so intuitive these days.
But you never know there are so many apps out there and enough little boys
willing to pay for them.
That
covered the groundwork; mama refused a discussion of the proper use of
tampons. Something which I felt would
have saved us a lot of saliva and long indrawn breaths on hygiene and possible
accidents.
I am glad that I will never have to have this talk with any of my kids. It sounds hard.
ReplyDeleteGreat post, thanks for sharing with us.. Hope you have a nice weekend..
ReplyDeleteThank you so much May.
ReplyDelete@Shingirai you never know how the tide turns. One day you might.
I'd much rather my child learn these things from me, or my wife, and not Johnny or Mary from school.
ReplyDeleteMy consolation was that she learnt it from the teacher at school, ad then of course the other stuff that you do not get in a school room
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