I grew up in what you cold call the Pre-Internet Era (specifically the 1970's and 80's.)
Since there was NO internet way back when, we had magazines and books. There were also VHS tapes starting in the 80's.
Of course, we didn't get our first VCR until late 1985, so my first experience with explicit materials were the trunk full of Playboy, Hustler and other assorted magazines my Mom kept in her room.
Not too hard to sneak out there onto the back porch while Mom was at work (and the door to the kitchen locked from the back porch side) so Grandma wouldn't bug the crap out of me (of course she thought my mother was the most awful parent ever imagined because she actually *gasp* talked to me about such things. The horrors!)
Just fix myself a ginger ale on ice from the bar (which Mom kept well stocked with everything) turn on the stereo and kick back in the recliner and look at magazines. That's how I learned about the birds and the bees (as well as the medical encyclopedia that we had at home as well.)
And yep, Mom knew that's what I was doing out there . . . she may not have been home but she had Mom Instincts. And it was cool with her (which pissed off Grandma even more as a result) b/c censorship was not a word used in our house, nor practiced. Mom was raised very sheltered, almost naive about certain things (and my Grandma was no help - she was of the old "we don't discuss that" school) so I guess with me Mom wanted me to know what was going on.
Did all of this have a devastating impact on me? I don't think so. Even though I started my writing fanfic in HS (and yes, some of it could literally set pages on fire) I was far from promiscuous as a teen. In fact I didn't have my first experience with a guy until I was 20.
I still look at it from time to time . . . even funnier was back in the 90's when we first got Internet - my younger brother was telling ME where to find the porn sites (after being online for just a short bit.) Talk about making me feel old.
Of course, it was also a different time back then as well. I'm thinking it just depends on the individual parent and child.
Since there was NO internet way back when, we had magazines and books. There were also VHS tapes starting in the 80's.
Of course, we didn't get our first VCR until late 1985, so my first experience with explicit materials were the trunk full of Playboy, Hustler and other assorted magazines my Mom kept in her room.
Not too hard to sneak out there onto the back porch while Mom was at work (and the door to the kitchen locked from the back porch side) so Grandma wouldn't bug the crap out of me (of course she thought my mother was the most awful parent ever imagined because she actually *gasp* talked to me about such things. The horrors!)
Just fix myself a ginger ale on ice from the bar (which Mom kept well stocked with everything) turn on the stereo and kick back in the recliner and look at magazines. That's how I learned about the birds and the bees (as well as the medical encyclopedia that we had at home as well.)
And yep, Mom knew that's what I was doing out there . . . she may not have been home but she had Mom Instincts. And it was cool with her (which pissed off Grandma even more as a result) b/c censorship was not a word used in our house, nor practiced. Mom was raised very sheltered, almost naive about certain things (and my Grandma was no help - she was of the old "we don't discuss that" school) so I guess with me Mom wanted me to know what was going on.
Did all of this have a devastating impact on me? I don't think so. Even though I started my writing fanfic in HS (and yes, some of it could literally set pages on fire) I was far from promiscuous as a teen. In fact I didn't have my first experience with a guy until I was 20.
I still look at it from time to time . . . even funnier was back in the 90's when we first got Internet - my younger brother was telling ME where to find the porn sites (after being online for just a short bit.) Talk about making me feel old.
Of course, it was also a different time back then as well. I'm thinking it just depends on the individual parent and child.
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