I was in 5th grade when my dad told me about the Nuremberg trials and the subsequent Milgram experiments.
Edit Wtf you sick perverts, I was talking about when your parents talk to you about authority bias and how you need to be suspicious of power structures that tell you to do things that you would normally consider horrible acts.
Jesus you can’t talk about Nazis without someone dragging out Sex Ed these days smh
I was 12 when my dad gave me the talk (the talk about how police will kill you if you aren’t exceptionally polite to them). How having skin our color is very dangerous because police are afraid of us. So no quick movements.
We had schools, teaching both about nazis and sex ed, because it’s too important to leave up to whatever parent someone happened to get
Yeah, my parents never had any kind of talks with me.
I had an encyclopedia though.
Figured it out on my own somehow pretty early… being a Jew in the 80s, people still remembered and it mattered. You knew people with numbers on their arms.
My son has understood since 1st grade. He watched X-Men 97 and jumped up saying the fascists attacking mutants were like Nazis and the Holocaust.
We talk about our family military history on both sides of the family, and their roles in WW2. I’m very proud to be an American taught to abhor injustice, and see it in my son’s nature.
Before the internet made learning about sex easier… grammar school boys thought that when a girl spread her legs her vagina opened up. Grammar school girls were taught to FEAR the penis. It could ruin your life
Why is OP shaming sex education?
The lack of proper sex education and making kids feel embarrassed about themselves is one of the main reasons why we have so many issues about sexuality and awareness. Not to mention unwanted pregnancies and STI’s.
Next he’s going to say that Albert Speer deserved more leniency for testifying because his testimony made it easier to convict the others.
There is a 👏 time 👏 and 👏 place 👏
The current time is 1946 and the place is Nuremberg. I’m sorry that we didn’t show Goebbels where the clit was back then, WE HAD PRIORITIES.
“If Simon Wiesenthal can hunt for Nazis, I can hunt for clits!”
-Joseph Goebbels, probably
My dad taught me to be a freak in the sheets.
Excel sheets, to be precise.
so you’re a pivot table man, then?
He started at the visual basic level, but now he’s packing a full python experience.
You have no idea how actually true that is.
Look, there must be limits. The amount of sex-demand one would get from doing something like this is beyond what any person could survive
Doomed to it you could say
I had to learn that stuff on the street
by which I mean the Grolier Multimedia Encyclopedia, 1994 edition.
For me it was the body book at the book fair. I learned what the outside and the inside of a boob looked like that day.
I was 18 or 19 when my dad scared me straight into learning to drive manual transmission.
My father taught me how to drive on a stick shift car. Several years later when I was able to afford it I bought a used Pontiac GTO stick shift. Best car I ever had. I haven’t driven a manual in decades, but I know if I had to today it would come right back to me
I learned that at 12 without anybody being scared.
Never.
My parents at the time were religious conservatives, and authority was expected to be followed. He did say that members of their religious organization had served as Nazis, because they had been drafted by their government, and that it was morally correct for them to have served their country, just as it was morally correct for American members of their church to also serve their country, and for both of these people to try their level best to kill each other at the behest of their respective countries. “Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s.”
It wasn’t until I had a nervous breakdown in my very early 20s–due in large part to the extreme cognitive dissonance caused by membership in that religious organization–that I started to seriously question authority.
A) thank you for completing the assignment
B) man that’s rough. That “leaving the cave” moment is something I think (hope) most everyone has sometime in their 20s. It sucks because it hurts, it’s ugly, and at the very least puts strain on our most important relationships. Sometimes it breaks the relationship and we need to find new ones but that is absolutely painful too.
I hope in your introspection you’ve seen the ways you’ve grown and recognize where the boundaries are to forgive yourself and others, and know what ties were better off cut.
I’ve been in similar situations and honestly it’s made me more empathetic and patient for anyone I see who seems to be off the path of being empathetic and patient. I hope when you run into someone who is in your footsteps that you treat them how you wish you were treated. ❤️
Sometimes it breaks the relationship
My parents and I had a very strained relationship for a long time. It took them a long time to accept that I had not only left their religion, but had converted to Satanism (the atheistic version). Interestingly, Trump in '16 broke a certain amount of their social conservatism, and may have turned them off to Republican governance entirely, because they saw–for the first time–just how awful the political party they believed in had become. They’re old–both in their 80s–but they’re finally starting to ask some of the fundamental questions about following authority for themselves.
recognize where the boundaries are to forgive yourself and others
That’s the tough one, isn’t it? I know that when I was a believer, I said and did some pretty awful shit to other people, shit they absolutely didn’t deserve, because my entire worldview was warped. Sure, it wasn’t my fault I was raised that way, and sure, it’s hard to really question the foundation of your upbringing, but at the same time, I caused real harms even though I didn’t intend to. You can’t change the past; the best you can do it apologize where you can, and try to do better in the future.
treat them how you wish you were treated.
I try. And still, even 30 years later, in the heat of them moment, it’s hard to be empathetic. It takes a degree of mindfulness that’s hard. I continue to work on it.
Well, I’ve decided I like you.
Hail Satan 🤘
Preface: answering the question as you’d expect. OP needs to learn to just say what they mean rather than talk around it and have people guess on the body.
My mom never did, but was open about it. Although visibly uncomfortable and lacked a lot of basic knowledge, she did her best to be neutral and open.
My dad got brain damage when I was young and sprouted bull#### on almost every subject.
At school we had decent sex ed, even if some teachers struggled a bit to keep the class calm. Eventually my interest peaked as it always does: I found a professional online that talks about the subject and followed their explanations and talks, as well as others and other publications.
“OP needs to”
OP needs to hit a vape and bang your mom welcome to the Internet 101
If you can’t handle the heat go back to Facebook and cry to your algorithm
Nah, this one has better filters. You could learn something from that idea.
I’m sorry that was not very Mr Rogers of me. Your mother is a wonderful, generous, and skilled woman.
I’m going to have to disagree :p
First girlfriend. Was 16 or so. Was coming home from seeing her, walking through the garage with a big dumb smile on my face.
My dad, without even turning to look at me just says;
“Don’t be bringin’ no babies home.”
And that, as they say, was that.
Don’t remember the specific age, but it was something in the vein:
“We gotta talk. You know about the sex stuff?”
“Yeah, no problem. Got the internet. Already a master or better.”
“Eyyyyy!”
“Eyyyyy!”
And that was it. But seriously, the internet taught me more than biology class, without all the hoops and whistles.
Pornhub bass riff
Are the Milgram experiments a category on porn hub? I mean if it gives you a little zap who am I to judge?
I was 9 or 10 when my dad taught me about the birds and the bees, I’d missed learning it in school.
i still dont know the birds and the bees metaphor.
Yeah…me neither. I just like the saying.
Never my parents gave me any talks either for power structures or sex. Both topics were already included organically in my upbringing; they only increased in complexity as I grew up.
He didn’t, he was never around much and I just ended up learning things through school and the Internet. I like to think I turned out okay anyway, but then again there’s me being arrogant so maybe not.
