Now here's something fun!
Come and participate in my Sexual Health Connection question of the week which you can find right here!
The question is..."What do you wish your parents had told you about sex that they never told you?"
And for those of you who would like to present your writing to a wider audience, the theme I want to initiate on the sexual health site is....share your story about "the sex talk" you received from your parents. I imagine for a lot of us of an ahem...older...generation....there may have been no talk at all. Anyways...everything is all set up on Sexual Health Connection for you to set up a profile (you can be anonymous) and share your story.
Come on...it will be fun...something different than the norm to write about.
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Next I want to tell you that a friend of mine and fellow MS blogger has joined MS Health Central and will be writing some posts about her experiences in living with this disease.
Please do stop by and say hello to Vicki Bridges in her introduction which you may find right here.
What I love about Vicki is her kindness and compassion and hey...she is one terrific writer to boot. She used to be in journalism and it shows. Vicki is also one of the most positive people I know. In reading her posts...I feel like I can handle what comes my way. I can't say enough good things about her. So do pop by for a visit.
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My latest post on the depression site is about my father. It was a little difficult to write but I am very proud of this piece. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about my father despite the fact that he died forty years ago. I am 44 in case you are wondering. He died from his alcohol addiction.
My fondest wish is that someone will read this piece of writing and some little girl or boy will not have to live life without their parent as I did.
You may find my writing here.
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On the ADHD site we are continuing to discuss Autism Awareness Month. I had the honor of interviewing Stephen Shore by telephone for this purpose. Stephen Shore is a fellow co-contributor to the book, Embracing Autism and he has written more several books himself. Stephen is on the autism spectrum himself and is a wonderful advocate and speaker about how to best help those individuals who share a diagnosis of autism or Asperger's Syndrome.
Please do come by to read and comment upon Stephen's fascinating interview right here.
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Lastly but not leastly....
I will be writing for Health Central's Friends of Quinn site which you can see right here.
Quinn is a more than remarkable fellow who writes about his first hand experience as a young adult who has learning disabilities. He was just on The View with Barbara Walters just the other day. His site is absolutely going gangbusters with lots of wonderful support and feedback. I would absolutely encourage you to join the site.
I am absolutely thrilled to be able to contribute in any way to this site and I will begin doing so come May.
I think that is it! Happy Over the Hump Day everyone!
Come sit a spell and shoot the breeze. Sweeten the day with a little synchronicity...
14 comments:
Gee, do you ever sleep? Remarkable writing.
I wish my parents told me that sex IS NOT only part of marriage and that protecting oneself is key towards being responsible towards helping yourself.
i was told NOTHING about sex by my parents, they were too european and conservative... no wonder i'm such a wuss :O lol
ok, i know a bit... being father of three ;)
I want to check all of these out sometime on the weekend when I have a moment to devote to them. They all look intriguing, but virtually all of what you write is intriguing which is why you are one of my favorite blogger friends.
Hey Sweetie - Yes, I did delete my psychological blog..I was just having too many to keep up with BUT I transferred everything over to my *Teardrops on Roses* blog, same thing, depression, domestic violence, and all..:)
My parents didnt tell me anything.
The interview with Stephen sounds interesting - will pop over.
My parents didn't tell me anything - mind you I think I told them a few things.
My parents didn't tell me anything either.
Thank you for visiting my blog.
I think you photography is very inspiring. You look so peaceful.
Vioxx is a Merck's drug for rheumatoid arthritis that has killed patients because one of the side effects was heart attack or stroke.
Merck, the manufacturer, had received many lawsuits of families that had a member who died because of Vioxx.
The drug is supposed to be out of the market according to FDA.
Have a nice weekend.
Nobody told me nuthin'.
Recently, I met this crazy astrologer who said all Pisces like to roll in dung.
Gotta watch it.
Pisces might retaliate with flung dung.
I grew up in an Ozarks hill country culture where any hint of sex was taboo. I was born 1938 (I'll soon be 71). Talk about pre-tv, it was pre-electricity day. Although I lived in the county seat of about 900 people, it was not until 1944 when I started the first grade that I and my older sister came home from school, and Dad said, "Look at this," with a big grin, and pulled a light cord from a single bulb placed in the center ceiling of the living room. BINGO! Magic in our home. (Not that we were ignorant of electricity, it was at school and around the courtsquare, it had just not made it the three of so blocks out to our part of town.
(Oh, my, here I am, story-telling. Immediately diverting away from the subject - Sex.)
It was not expressed. I was the only boy. I had 2 sisters, one four years older and one four years younger. It was World War II. Dad was often gone. But even when he would come home, we never saw Mother and Dad even touch each other affectionately. Never a hug, Never a kiss. Not in front of us.
My little sister was born at home. (All of us were.) My memory of her birth was an Aunt taking me and Charlene (my older sister) by the hands and leading us into the yard where we stayed, playing some, doing some chores (feeding the chickens) going with our Aunt to milk the cow. And getting restless. Thought we heard Mother cry. But couldn't go back in. Finally...seemed a long time...we were led into the house. It was small, cabin-like, the main bed was in the living room. Where Mother lay. And in her arms was a baby. Dayna. My baby sister. Brought by an Angel we were told.
So...innocent. Of sex. To come: Akwardness. Fear. Shame.A long story onward to tell. One I do need to tell. Want to tell. I am an artist. Today blogging about my art, my drawings, writings. But stories like this need to be also told. Honestly.
Thank you for opening up the possibility. I am fairly honest about what I present - my art - but I do it with a fairly iconoclastic approach - and humor.
You might check out my site. Get a little better picture of where I'm stumbling forward from. (And doing it with fun. I am enjoying it.) Just many miles to go...
The post about your dad is phenomenal. Beautifully written.
My parents didn't tell me anything except to say if I did it they'd chop my penis off. I guess I wish they wouldn't have said that. I taught sex ed for six years and I was asked many of the questions that most kids would be afraid to ask their parents. Most of these items were about urban legends. When my kids came of age I told the girl most everything. The boy I told "did they teach you in school?, do you know what a condom is?" and then I said "my rule...if you're not going to wrap it, take it home and whack it!!!"
Patrick
pstrobel@cuhsd.net
Your article on depression and your father was most powerful. I fortunately, wasn't directly affected by such a tragic thing - I lived through the ripples of the after affect of my great grandfather who died due to alcohol addiction - he was drunk and walked in front of a street car (trolley bus). My grandfather never spoke much of the man and when he did, his rage caused to him spit. The venom was there. My grandfather and my father never touched a drop of alcohol (to my knowledge) and both had nothing but disdain for drunks.
That disdain plus the rebellion of youth - makes me far more tolerant of people with addictions of all types. Alcohol addiction is an illness - but it stems from an original choice made while younger - and as such, one needs to make the choice to recover before there is any hope of it.
I wasn't taught much...my parents were Mormon and what I was taught they said I would go to hell if I so much as touched myself. So I wish my parents would have said sex for fun was o.k. and that masturbation wasn't evil.
My sex life was messed up from growing up in that church and is one of the reasons that I have so much disdain toward them.
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