When I was around ten or eleven, my mother was a bit worried about me. I never asked any questions about anything. Not even about sex.

Something came up that mother felt was a good segue for her to talk to me about the birds and the bees. Even though I had not asked the question. Now she wanted me to know all about this without giving me any info about how pleasurable sex was. I still have trouble imagining how she could do that.

She told all the details of the process. How the sperm had to join the egg. How the baby grew in the mom’s tummy. Yet she did this without telling how enjoyable the process was.

I stayed quiet through all of that until she was done. Then I actually spoke up, “Can I ask a question?”

“Sure.”

“If you have to do something to get pregnant, why do you take the pill?”

Mother was stuck now. She had to tell what she had been avoiding.

Don’t worry. I didn’t lose my virginity until I was nineteen.