I had around the same amount of sexual education myself, although one substitute teacher did manage to sneak in the subject of contraception and our home room teacher had a little speech about not trying to presume too much from getting a hug.
I also was not only restricted in the absence of a sexual education by limited human anatomy, but in my language classes we got to write dissertations on problematic or controversial topics which would pretty much include the wide-spread social absence of sexual orientation and sexual gender education. Those dissertations were never only to be referred in relation to the school and the teaching methods (which largely evaded the students' minds as a long established system of 100 years old), but to the situation in the whole nation. So although our education was limited, it was determined to provide indirectly and at a long term development to each students' individual situation.
Cool

. I'm a subscriber of the Salon newsletter, and I got this in my email box today, I thought it was appropriate, especially in light of the issues that many teens face, and how having online friends can help...
The Internet saved my life: At 13, I told one person I wanted to kill myself—my best friend, whom I had never met
In the very same Salon email, there was also also an article detailing the dark side of intergenerationality, from a woman who had suffered child sexual abuse and wrote a memoir about her life, including that element:
My husband wouldn’t read my memoir: “It’s just too painful”
The article itself doesn't specify who did the abusing, but another article I found does- like most cases, it was someone within her circle, in this case a cousin...
Memoir 'The Telling' makes sense of Zoe Zolbrod's childhood sexual abuse
The article actually raises a really interesting point which I think is leading to a general comprehension not only of the necessary education that we all require to live quality lives but also why education doesn't come to be obvious as the fundamental conduct for life as we live in such a complex world, both or children and adults.
Leigh: Nearly ten years later, I was living with my abusive boyfriend, waitressing in Albuquerque, New Mexico. I was seriously depressed again, taking medication in hopes that if I could just “fix” what was inside me, our relationship would also be fixed.
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David: I remember you attributing things to a “chemical imbalance” and not really understanding what that meant at all.
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Leigh: For some reason, I was like, this is really dire and I know the solution… the solution is to end things. [...] I needed to be seen,
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David: Which I think is probably frequently the case. People just want to be heard. And I think at that age, you don’t know what it is. [...] I think a lot of kids in that situation say, “Something is wrong inside of me and it’s been that way for a long time and I don’t see it ending.” Probably the kids that end up going through with it most of the time just say, “It’s felt like this forever and I can’t feel this way anymore and I don’t know what it is.”
I think we can all agree that plenty of mistakes, very grave mistakes, have been made throughout history from its very origin, thousands of years ago. Even after civilization has been built and developed for so long, we still get, at the least, some media informed reference to criminal activity happening somewhere, although at this point the message is usually very politically convoluted and generally confusing for the lay public.
Some of those very grave historical mistakes had to be adequately compensated, and could only be so over a long period of recovery time, not unlike excessively exploitative deforestation leaving a land bare, but which through natural geological processes (wind, rain, fire, erosion) occurring repetitively at an extended period of time would again make the land flourish as a biodiverse flora. Human activity is also able to assist in those restorative natural processes, so even as the mistakes would perhaps take thousands of years to take the full compensating effect, a naturally driven social cohesion distant from those exploited areas (not anymore supportive of the self-destructive excessively exploitative, mistaken life now dead) can reduce the time necessary for full compensation by acting as one more of the fundamental geological processes for the maintenance of life.
That natural process of recovery in which human activity is also included isn't only focused on restoration, but also focused on modification because the deforestation didn't happen only for immediate consumption, but also for product manufacture that would last some time after the forest was gone. That's why recycling is an entire industry nowadays and also so important for the quality of our lives in this day and age.
Now, in relation to the article, all this history is important because it brings us to single individuals who have "something wrong inside", some form of "bio-chemical imbalance", "some requisite attention that evades the empirical senses", making them miserable, confused and often self-harming in similarity to those excessively exploitative, once-alive-now-dead, people who were unknowingly and indirectly self-harming for not properly assessing resource capacity but now in these generations of still living beings in which we are alive we are brought that historical awareness of exploitation close to us; the knife to their very own skin instead of the knife to the table-and-throne-tree, to the stew-rabbit, to the grilled-fowl, to the banquet-cattle, to the exquisitely-tasting-insect, to the water-swimming-meat).
I emboldened in the excerpts from the article you shared the word "waitress" because that's a term used for people who work in the fading remembrance of all those historical homicides (yes, wildlife is also human [homo = equal] life), those historical miscalculated resource assessments, those mistaken crimes which were promoted through the duality paradox of "we are weak against the weather, we are weak against ourselves, we must therefore reaffirm our oppressed strength by oppressing and preying on weaker life forms", and it is not so much the memory of those circumstances that cause depression, or a chemical-imbalance, but actually ingesting the hamburger, the "continental breakfast" of egg and bacon, the buttered "french toast", the coffee with cream, the milkshake, the chicken soup, the "fish and chips" - all these products that are inertial factory outcomes from a senseless mechanizing of what was once massive DILIGENTLY TORTUROUS, sadistic, criminal activity that occurred throughout history. See, the reason why those products are still circulating to such an extent is because now murder, rape, and all sorts of careless exploitation (which led the cause for excessive extractivism) are restrained (literally dammed) from being unwillingly felt or experienced, although there are still millions, if not billions, of life forms undergoing the criminal retroactive self-fulfilling predicament of remaining in **assisted** stasis by their very own acclamation of what life was to be about by their falsely authoritative demands.
In short, those animal products, that once-animate-life now inanimate, so available, relatively cheap but never truly changing in aspect, are torturously poisonous for being a temporary substitute of animated life which at some historical point denied their own selves and the selves of others for some kind of torturous, warring, superstitious ritual. The mind frame would go something like this: "If I eat the bull, I will have its strength and endurance to protect and conquer.", "If I eat the rabbit, I will have its speed and agility to protect and conquer.", "If I eat the bird, I will have its ability to fly.", "If I eat a member of an old inimical tribe, however, that could be either the maximum spiritual-physical reward and tribute, or it could be an offense, a desecration of values, a taboo, the worst poison" and on to the whole natural world, to tribal wars, to national wars, and finally to anthropological literature, the world after all wars and all superstitions.
The children now currently around have been raised mostly in urban environments where the topic of education is still emergent and laborious, urban environments that we have no difficulty in comprehending as "concrete jungles", where any corner street sells a piece of history (that is, provides an observable, empirical example, with a numerical, monetary value), criminal as it was, and criminal as it still is in the archives of time. That empirical example not being sufficient, along with our widely available literature in public libraries, we are generally welcome to partake of such torture through ingestion to know the problem closer, yet again originating through us, although the lawful knowledge of it wouldn't be clearer or more comprehensive, since it has come to be exhibited through the procedure of conclusive executive law, and besides the poisoning experience with no other biological result besides chemical dysfunction (in modest recognition of past criminal endeavors), you will also have to abide to the numerical monetary value given to it when that same value could be otherwise invested in a product with an actual generous and quality-continued future.
We children in urban environments, at least from my own experience, have not been informed of history in such a way, if at all, and many of us have lived to see our parents and grand-parents bound to their uneducated consumption unto their very own terrible and diseased deaths, confused, afflicted, hopeless and attached to their debts and their inability to correctly assess resources. Because of this same situation, probably confused at the very first offput meal which continued to be put in front of me by my mother without any lucid discrimination but with the same obligatory and superstitiously driven mindset of "you must eat these things, and it must be these things, so you may come to be strong" (and the same happening to both my parents since they were born and probably to all the people in their same age group of which they related to), I ended up psychiatrically hospitalized a few times until recognizing what was really the "chemical imbalance", the "inside fix", the "internal wrongness" about, but only by my 20th birthday (and until then I was unkowingly poisoning myself ever since my mother endeared me to eat whatever she gave me, promising me whatever it was, while I took her promise to just be her presence, without realizing it was what I was INGESTING that caused and continued to aggravate the whole problem while I attempted to be a functional social participant, from animal products to alcohol, to highly concentrated sugar sweets and oils).
My family was completely swayed, and to some extent still is, by being intoxicated by all these products, what would be considered trivial treats as an amenity for the inherited suffrage of life already so ill from the products considered "more worthy because more expensive but not anymore affordable". In other words, less meat and more cookies.
While I was writing this post and associating it to the adequateness to the email you got today, I was text messaged by my father with the following words:
"Good morning! Today would be Ralphs [his father, my grandfather] 93rd birthday. I feel much gratitude for him giving me life and the gift of curiosity and compassion."
Unfortunately, I could not say the same and could not even think the same about my grandfather, myself still recovering and not so far damaged by the extensive, interfamilial and intergenerational trauma.
I barely knew my grandfather, I barely spent anytime time with him, living my entire childhood and teenage years in another country, only rarely visiting him and only once or twice being visited. When I finished High School and decided to go to college in the State of my father's lineage (California), I was welcomed to stay with my grandparents while I adapted, although it was expected of me to go elsewhere as soon as possible. Not two years after I arrived, both my grandparents died with varied symptoms of dementia. Already extremely ill when I arrived, himself and my grandmother feeding off TV dinners, dozens of pills, bio-auxiliatory machines, cookies and ice cream, most of my inquisitive student mind was relegated to an invariable dullness, both at the abandoned living room with its many book shelves and travel souvenirs and at dinner table, as I perceived myself incapable of providing or discovering any change in my grandparents' legacy. And that was the first impact impression I got from the determination of pursuing an academic career, since my grandfather held an office at UCLA (University of California of Los Angeles) as retired PHYSICIAN.
To complete this argumentative post that is truly only a background for the further discussion on the fundamental sexual education here proposed, I would like to bring the article shared to attention again, with both of the citizens there evoked as recognized for their roles in dealing with the problem of isolation and mental illness in this same 21st century we are living in.
Leigh is the city child, the protagonist with the primary intention of being with other people, people of which she would like to be taking care of and of which she would like would take care of her too, just like my very own self-described situation.
David is the freeing agent, not entirely free himself for being in similar contemporary urban condition of partial lucidity and wide-spread intoxication, also requiring external social relations to proceed in choosing life regarding enterprises, but given a less demanding, less isolating, social sphere.
The main reason for the difference between the two was not so much in the individual attention they were giving to the problem at the time of their encounters - as it was a lasting friendship - but more so given to their family backgrounds and how their families dealt with the same historical situation of ingesting intoxicants passed off as an adequate diet (if not the only adequate one) or as adequate modern etiquette (in many cases an equally damming, inefficient substitute for historical tribal superstition still enduring in commercial and urban environments).
Leigh: Do you remember what your screenname was?
David: I think the standard one was ITWBaker, standing for "Into the Woods" Baker. [...] And what was yours?
Leigh: At one point it was Drama Goil, like with a New York accent.
I think the close suicide of the New York Drama Goil being prevented by the "Into the Woods" Baker empathy somewhat elucidates the problem's reach as well as the problem's solution.