I dated a guy for awhile in high school. Looking back, I think he and I went out mostly because we shared the same friends. I do not think that we were ever truly in love, but we enjoyed each others company enough and he is a decent person. About 8 months into our relationship, we had sex. We built up to it over time, trying it little by little until we were really sleeping together. I do not remember the date or many other details. It was not a prom-night-situation or anything like that. I know that it was towards the end of my junior year and I was not yet 17.
A few months after this happened, I went to the doctor for an appointment. My mom joined me because she always took me to my doctor’s appointments. She and I were sitting in the room when the doctor came in. The doctor asked all of the usual questions, which included, “Are you sexually active?” I had forgotten about this question because my answer had always been “no” previously. (That said, I never really understood how to define sexually active during the brief time that I had performed oral sex but had not had vaginal intercourse. Similarly, I still don’t know how to answer that question when I have not had sex in awhile. I mean, I’m not a virgin, but also not active all the time…) Anyway, I asked my my mom to leave the room, so that I could have the conversation with her privately at another time. I talked to the doctor honestly, and then left.
On the car ride home, I told my mom that I was not a virgin anymore. When I finished telling her, she said these words: “I’m glad that he is someone you will never hate.”
Immediately, a huge weight lifted off of my chest. I did not know that my mother’s approval was something I needed… until I got it.
Young women often receive the message that having sex is bad or will make them unattractive. For me, after I had done it, I unknowingly internalized the idea that I did something wrong. Luckily, I had a mother who, in her own way, told me, “This is okay.” Once she said it, I felt it and believed it.