ABSTRACT
I felt like I had been lied to. The useless information from 5th grade sex education that “the vagina is a self-cleaning oven so douching isn’t necessary” did nothing to prepare me. I didn’t know what a self-cleaning oven was nor what douche meant, and Google didn’t exist yet. In 8th grade I finally did receive amazing comprehensive sex education through the local Unitarian Universalist church, called About Your Sexuality (now called Our Whole Lives). I never fought going to Sunday school that year and I was fully informed about the pressures of sexual encounters and how not to get pregnant. However, I became terrified that I would get pregnant—that it was the worst thing that could happen to me.
