I can concur on this point.
Back in the olden daze, it was taught in school.
I had already understood by around age 8 by reading medical books.
Why those books existed in my childhood home remains a mystery to me to this day.
@codinghorror My parents were unaware of sex.
LA-LA-LA! I CAN’T HEAR YOU! LA-LA-LA!
(I remember a book on puberty and sex, and gender-segregated classes in junior high from a deadpan teacher improbably named Richard Ball.)
@codinghorror The book “how babies are made” - which I am astounded and pleased to learn is still available https://www.amazon.com/How-Babies-Made-Steven-Schepp/dp/1626541043 - was a genuine favourite bedtime story for my sister and I from before I can even remember. The paper cut-out pictures are absolutely adorable and amazing works of art in their own right.
(It probably helped that the book uses cocker spaniels for some parts, and my mother used to breed them...)
So, I was well versed in the theoretical mechanics of it from a young age, and aware of contraception. But I was utterly unprepared for emotional connection!
My parents, born in 1929 and 1935 put sex education books on my bookshelf in my room.
I know my books, so of course I notice them.
And we had good sex education at school. Biological differences between black men and white men were mentioned, because otherwise we'd feel really inferior, honestly. 🙄
And my father and I were really close, honest, and straight. He said he'd get me prostitutes, if needed. We went to bars together when I was in grade school (and later).
…
My father was ex-naval-air.
His shipmates thought he was a virgin.
Actually, he just did not settle for the cheap ones. 😈
@codinghorror "So… that form I signed for school… That was so you can learn about-"
"YEP."
"… any questions?"
"NOPE."
(While on a 4 hour drive home from a baseball game.)
Didn't get the talk but we did have a copy of "Where Did I Come From" that covered the basics.