I just read this on the Feminist News site concerning Plan B in NYC schools. "Advocates of the program believe it is a necessity for teenagers. One pair of 14 year olds told the New York Post "I don't want to be a young kid who gets pregnant and can't find a job" and "I would go to the nurse without telling my parents, and I would ask for help."
So, is speaking to two 14 year olds who have no idea of the consequences justification???? Maybe if they do not want to get pregnant at 14 they should not be having sex and maybe that is what we should be teaching them instead of sex ed at 8yo. Here is a note one of the women in our ministry sent me.
Hi Theresa. The time has come a little sooner than I had anticipated as much as our president would like to sell sex-ed as age appropriate.
Back when Mary was in Kindergarten and the whole scandal was erupting, I was given a form to opt-out of this training. At the time I recall discussing with my husband how ridiculous I found the whole opt-out program to be. We would opt-out of sex-ed, Mary would be flagged and mocked by the other kids who didn’t opt-out, and then the kids would sit around and chat in the cafeteria and gain whatever they missed from opting out. So I ignored the form thinking that at 5-years old discussing viruses wasn’t an issue to have to deal with YET.
Mary is now 8-years old. The kids had no school yesterday for Yom Kippur. Mary came home on Tuesday all excited about there being no homework other than to read a book. She then tells me that her teacher gave her the password to be able to log into an educational website called BrainPop. She spent Tuesday evening and Wednesday evening perusing the various modules in BrainPop. I sat with her yesterday evening and was quite impressed at first with how advanced these explanations were. There was a module on CPR and how you’re breathing and pumping blood to keep someone alive until medical help arrives. There was a module on the various blood types and RH factors and who can donate blood and who cannot and the allergic reactions that come from mixing blood types during transfusions. And then Mary clicked on the modules entitlted, “Where do babies come from?” They started talking about how the female reproductive system has eggs and how every month an egg is released when a woman gets her period and how the egg is fertilized from sperm from a man’s pen*s. A stick diagram circled the reproductive system of the woman, and a stick diagram circled the reproductive system of a man. They talked about how sperm fertilizes the egg and how a single cell divides into two and then four and then eight until this cluster of cells attach to the uterus and forms a placenta within which the fetus will grow. I almost had a canary.
I’ve been debating amongst myself when I should have the “Talk” with Mary about what a period is. My mother never had this discussion with me and the day I got my period I thought I was dying. I was so angry with her for never warning me. Then she proceeded to explain to me the meaning behind all the gender jokes my father used to throw my way when I was growing up. I cursed the day I was ever born a girl. I swore I would never do that to Vicky, but I had been thinking about when would be the right time to do it. Based upon yesterday’s computer lesson, it appears to me that I will need to talk to her sooner rather than later. Gratefully when the module talked about period, she didn’t question me. I think at this point it is a little over her head, but I am bothered with how very “medically” they planted the seed in my 8-year old’s head on how to have sex. If they teach kids these things at this age, no wonder why you end up with pregnant girls by the time they’re 11-years old.
So me being me, I’ve decided that if they’re going to start introducing how to have sex to my 8-year old quite innocently with “stick to the facts” medical language, then it is time for me to start introducing very innocently to Mary the antidote to sex-ed as well. With every action there is a consequence and it is amazing to me how from all these medical facts, the consequences are not discussed. It’s almost like playing Russian Roulette. You have a six caliber gun with one bullet in it and then you pass it around. At some point you are going to get shot. You teach my 8-year old kid how to have sex and at some point she will become pregnant. It is time for Mary to start volunteering at a crisis pregnancy center. I can think of no better way of exposing her to the consequence of choice. I think that at this age there’s not much she can do other than to possibly help out with stuffing envelopes and mailings or doing dishes and cleaning tables after a fundraiser, but I think it is time she become involved in the pro-life movement. I was kinda hoping I would have a few years before this moment, but it appears not. Given how packed and busy our schedules are, the timing is lousy, but it is too important to ignore. With Mary you get me, because I would never allow her to volunteer on her own at this age.