One of the WTF moments with my father. Besides all of the physical abuse emotional abuse mental abuse, he molested my sister.
OK, so that was that, but something that still completely baffles me to this day, was that after he got busted molesting my sister, he told me about it. In great detail.
I was only 12, and had absolutely no clue what sex was like. The church taught that any thing before you were married was a sin, of course but I had had absolutely no idea what it was that they were preaching against.
So my introduction to sex education was by my father, and him telling me what he had done. And why it was their fault.
The sexual abuse did far more damage to my sisters, of course, but it still is a WTF, concerning him getting into details with me.
One of the teachers in my junior high school knew I liked to read, and gave me a whole bunch of Harold Robbins paperbacks. They were definitely inappropriate for a kid my age (10 or 11) but I thought it was pretty cool and enjoyed reading them. In retrospect he put off a creepy vibe, but he never tried anything with me. I have no idea why he was giving our racy books to preteen students. (My parents were cool about what I read, and never censored my reading habits. I think they assumed I got them from the library.)
When I was in middle school in 1985, our computer class had Commodore 64s; so did I and my friends. The only things we did in class were play video games and borrow disks so we could pirate those games - with full approval of our teacher. One of the games I borrowed was Strip Poker with 8-bit naked women. I recall only having one actual assignment there; the teacher had to do it so we could have a grade.
But don’t think we didn’t learn anything there. On the contrary; we learned about copy protection methods and what programs could defeat them.
