The topic of sex of any kind was never raised in my hearing or awareness. No publications lying around, no conversations, no admonitions, no nothing.
My sister later told me that, when she became of an age when menstruation might be an issue, my mother went into her room with some kind of booklet about that, and whispered that she might need to know what was in it, and left.
My father gave me pretty good advice about, oh, money, friendship, home improvement and use of tools, but not a whisper of a single word about sex. (Oh, and later when I was all growed up he made fun of me for being “such a prude.”)
So my sister started having sex at 14, and got pregnant and quickie married at 20 to a man she didn’t love. Ended up abandoning that family a few years later because she found a man who really rocked her boat.
As for me, I never figured out where sex fit into my life, complicated by being gay, and so it has never fit very well.
So thanks, Mom and especially Dad, I’m so glad your embarrassment was more important to you than my personal development.
Bitter? Me? Nah!