I never received sex education in school.
I’m sure there are two main reasons why.
The first reason was probably because
that was during the 1960s and early 1970s, when sex education wasn’t a regular
feature of school curricula. But the biggest reason was probably because the
schools I went to prior to college were for cripples only and whereas the idea
of talking about sexuality in school was controversial enough at the time, the
idea of uttering a word about sex in a school full of cripples would’ve been
considered downright perverted. Hell, it was the kind of thing that might even
get you arrested.
Because for some reason, some people seem
to think that cripples aren’t interested in sex and it’s best to keep it that
way. Maybe they think that cripples spend all of our time suffering and
suffering takes up all of our limited time and energy so we don’t get around to
worrying about things like getting laid. I think it comes from the perspective
that sees cripples as childlike, no mater how old we are. And so exposing
cripples to sex in any way is like exposing children to sex. It practically
makes you a pedophile.
One thing I know about people who believe
stuff like that is that they must not know any cripples very well. Cripples are
probably the horniest people I know. It seems like cripples are always in heat. You know what I mean if you’ve ever been
to a large gathering of cripples, like a conference or a convention or a
protest action or something, and witnessed everyone buzzing around trying to
get laid.
But even though the education system
didn’t tell us criplets anything about how sex works, we figured it out anyway,
like all kids do. I don’t recall how I figured it out. I think that I just kept
my ears open and one day it all clicked. They say that if a kid has questions
about sex, they’re supposed to ask their parents about it. But those were the
last people I thought about asking because I assumed they didn’t know a damn
thing about such stuff. And when I did figure out how it all worked, my parents
were the last people I wanted tell because I thought I knew some deep, dark
secret they did know and if I tried to explain it to them they’d be all grossed
out. But when I figured out that part,
too, I was the one who was grossed out.
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