klmno
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A couple of weeks ago while difficult child and I were talking about his return home, I mentioned that after his house arrest and transition I might let him start dating to go to places where other people are, but not alone yet. Then later we were talking about waiting until the right time/situation/relationship for his first sexual experience and he said he wanted both him and the girl to have their "firsts" together, which I used as an opportunity to stress the importance of not rushing in because he would remember it forever. Then later, that led to me telling him I would go over the proper way to use a condom (mentioning that I'd use a banana and let him try it after showing him) before he got to that point with a girl. Now keep in mind, we aren't talking about a few weeks here, we are talking about at least months- he doesn't even know any girls right now, much less have one with a mutual interest available.
So today, I get this this letter from him with his wish list for things he'd like when he comes home and they are all reasonable- polish sausage and rice for dinner, goldfish and fruit snacks, levis (he'll have to shop for due to trying on), etc. No big deal. And a tentaive schedule for himself that will serve as a good starting point and can be tweaked as we find out specifics like school schedule. Simple, realistic, and I was proud of him.
Then at the bottom I read, "And Mom, don't forget, you need to show me how to put on a condom".
That's when I spewed.
I am soooo glad the "wrong" person at Department of Juvenile Justice didn't read that- it could easily have been taken literally, especially since they would not have known about difficult child's and my previous conversataion- and of course, that was NEVER my intent. I'm sure that's the furtherest thing from difficult child's mind, too. (He'd die at the very thought.)
I just thought I'd share my chuckle for the day! (And I wouldn't share this one anywhere else. LOL!)
So today, I get this this letter from him with his wish list for things he'd like when he comes home and they are all reasonable- polish sausage and rice for dinner, goldfish and fruit snacks, levis (he'll have to shop for due to trying on), etc. No big deal. And a tentaive schedule for himself that will serve as a good starting point and can be tweaked as we find out specifics like school schedule. Simple, realistic, and I was proud of him.
Then at the bottom I read, "And Mom, don't forget, you need to show me how to put on a condom".
That's when I spewed.
I am soooo glad the "wrong" person at Department of Juvenile Justice didn't read that- it could easily have been taken literally, especially since they would not have known about difficult child's and my previous conversataion- and of course, that was NEVER my intent. I'm sure that's the furtherest thing from difficult child's mind, too. (He'd die at the very thought.)
I just thought I'd share my chuckle for the day! (And I wouldn't share this one anywhere else. LOL!)
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