sex education in schools

We’ve been counting down to this week for a while.

Ever since that letter came home asking for parental consent for Flea to participate…. in THAT lesson.

Also known as “Growing and Changing”.

There’s been a lot of sniggering and stupid jokes and inappropriate comments about periods. And I’m not going to lie – 99% of it has come from me. Flea just rolls her eyes and waits for me to grow up.

I have fond memories of my class being taken into the school TV room when I was in my last year of junior school, to watch an episode of “Living and Growing” – I say watching, but I think most of us spent the session staring at our shoes in mute horror.

I’m sort of surprised that schools these days leave this conversation so late. At ten and a half, Flea is among the youngest kids in her year – and I suspect it’s already too late to teach several of them about periods.

More than that, though, I think kids now get this sort of information earlier – don’t they?

Flea’s known the ‘facts of life’ ever since we read Mummy Laid an Egg way back in the day, and long-time readers may remember the sterling parenting I displayed when buying her entirely the wrong gender puberty book last summer – with the added bonus that Flea knows all about periods and boobs, but also has a good working knowledge of wet dreams and chest hair.

Along with my inept parenting, she also learns from TV, YouTube, friends, books…

So her questions these days are about catfishing, what transgender means, and how exactly a mastectomy works…

But there are some things that don’t change no matter how sophisticated your kids are. They’re universal.

For example, the most noteworthy part of sex-ed is who giggled, who made the funniest joke, and – most of all – the HORROR of hearing a teacher potentially use the word “scrotum”.