I talked to my kids early on…I used correct words for body parts. I talked about how strangers wouldn’t LOOK like strangers. How they were to go with no one unless they gave the family ‘password.’ I told them I might send neighbors to test them for me [I did, they passed]
We talked about good touch and bad touch and how if someone did that they’d really really threaten you by saying they’d kill your or your parents but that’s because they don’t WANT you to tell you folks, cause then they’ll be arrested.
I told my son that if he didn’t keep his penis in his pocket and he got some girl pregnant—his days of childhood would be over. He’d be a father. He’d get a part time job and support that child. He’d go to school, work, come home and help take care of his baby.
I told my daughter the same only with different words.
I told them that their gonads did not run ahead of them, with them holding on saying, “NO,
I don’t want this to happen.” [in answer to ‘it just happened.” We talked about the steps that lead to sex and how it could have been avoided. We talked about choices, and that sex IS a choice.
We read books and had open discussions. So open that sometimes my teens would bring other teens to me with their questions.
We discussed all the myth and rumors going about, like you can’t get pregnant the 1st time, etc…
I told them I don’t really want you to have sex before your brain has quit growing, but if you do—you definitely need birth control. I can’t be with you 24–7—so if you need birth control. Tell me and I’ll get it for you—no lectures.
Mostly I tried to encourage open talk and instill personal responsibility.