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If you knew nothing of birth control, condoms, adoption or family planning, how did you know about abortions?
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I didn’t mean to imply I knew nothing about them, although it’s possible I did imply it. It’s hard to explain.
When I started having sex, sure I knew that there was a chance I could get pregnant. But it’s different when it comes down to yourself and actually start thinking about the ramifications of your actions. It’s always “it couldn’t happen to me” and, like I said, I did learn awfully fast and started using condoms very soon. I just had extraordinarily bad luck and caught the first time.
Sex was a great mystery to most of us that were raised in the Indian community. You have to back it up a little and realize that even though I was growing up in NY, I was almost exclusively raised around Indians. I was not allowed to bring any non-Indian friends home. I was only allowed to have Indian, female friends. I was not allowed to receive phone calls from boys, Indian or otherwise. If an Indian adult saw me, say in the mall, talking to a boy, they would call my parents and report on me. It’s happened many a time.
Only one of my Indian girlfriends had ever had a boyfriend. Her parents were fairly progressive. But her and I weren’t close, and I was having my own horrible crises at home, stemming from my discovery of my adoption and the resulting backlash. So I had two personas - the super-happy friendly one I presented to the world, and the troubled one at home. As soon as my mother found out that I knew I was born out of wedlock (remember, she is my adopted mother) both parents assumed I was going to follow my real mother’s footsteps right away. Their attitude was “don’t ever mention sex to her and then she won’t do it.” They came down on me like a ton of bricks and watched my every action. They - and I - are lucky I didn’t rebel in a more meaningful way.
I was also taught never to air any dirty laundry. The adoption was a great big dirty secret to them, and they told me time and time again “you’re only our duty”, “you don’t deserve to be happy, all the pain you caused by being born.” There is no doubt in my mind my parents were emotional abusers from when I was 14 to when I moved out. I had no self-esteem and little value for myself.
All these things combined meant I never had a real significant conversation with anyone. I didn’t have really close friends. I didn’t have the right kinds of friends to ever discuss this with.
Then, my first two years of college I was not allowed to go away from home. I had to commute.
I tell you all this so you can get some idea of how insular my life was, even living in the wonderful U.S. So you know how little real interaction I had with anybody outside my family. I had a pediatrician until I was 18, and was not allowed to go to the doctor alone. My mother would sit in the room with me while I had my checkups. I asked her once if I could go alone and she yelled at me, asking me what I wanted to hide.
In September of '95 I went away to college for the first time, for my second two years. I met him right away, and we were in love fast and had sex soon after. But for the first time in my life I was actually living away from the influence of my family. I was still sharing with Indian roomates - both of whom were complete virgins, and one of whom already had a marriage arranged for her - but at the same time I was meeting all kinds of new people. And these people were not shy talking about sex or the possible results.
I learned as fast as I could but it wasn’t fast enough. By the end of September I was using condoms but sometime in the middle of September it had already happened. The college nurses were totally different than anything in high school. I had never been to the medical center in my old college, so I didn’t know what they were like. These came right out and asked me if I was sexually active, and gave me brochures and information about condoms/STDs/alternatives if I did get pregnant.
Real, useful information about birth control came to me right around the same time I started having sex! And let me say another thing - I had promised myself years earlier that I would wait until I was 20 to begin having sex. (I was 19 and 10 months). Imagine if I had started earlier (though finding an opportunity would have been well-nigh impossible).
So I’m firmly of the belief that parents should start talking to their kids about sex very early. And should really introduce birth control thoughts as well as STDs and pregnancy in early teens, if not earlier. I even feel perhaps alternatives should be provided - I wonder how many girls might not be so susceptible to guys’ advances if they already had vibrators, and were taught from an early age to understand their sexuality and be friends with it, and not be frightened of it.
I hope that answered your question. As you can see, it’s not an easy question, nor an easy answer.
Another point about adoption. I was adopted and it was a great big dirty secret and still is to most people in the family. What the everlovin’ fuck. That means in any kids mind that THEY are the great big dirty secret. Open adoptions are the way. Adoption causes tons and tons of questions for the kid, and the best thing IMO is for them to know their mom loved them so much she gave them to someone who could care for them better - not that their mom threw them away because it was sinfully bad for her reputation in society, as happened to me.