I am one of six children. When I was a self-obsessed teenager and sick to bits of my younger siblings, I asked my mum one day – “Why didnt you stop having babies after me?”
She must have been having a rough day. Because she snarled,
“That one was a broken condom. That one was the Pill. And that one? Was just a moment of insanity.“
And that, my sleepless friends, was the one and ONLY time my mother talked to me about sex. Or birth control. (It was also a very telling insight into the abundant joys of motherhood…)
So tell me – did YOUR parents ever talk to you about the facts of life?