I Sat In on My Son’s Sex-Ed Class, and I Was Shocked by What I Heard
My Son Responded by Standing Up to the Teacher’s Arguments with Science

Until yesterday, I only ever found out what happened in my son’s sex-ed classes by asking him about it. That was painful enough. In elementary school, he apparently learned that HIV is hereditary because you get it from your mother. In middle school, he had to help the teacher explain something about sex anatomy when the teacher was stumped and my son happened to know the facts. (I am a sex researcher and I work on intersex; he knows a lot about sex anatomy.)

Now he’s a freshman in high school, and his sex ed is being taught in a health class by a gym teacher in conjunction with some “special helpers.” Two evenings ago, as we were driving back from the vet with a pet rat suffering from a bad foot, my son broke it to me: They are teaching sexual abstinence in the class. It’s not abstinence only, but it may as well be.

I told my son why I think teaching teenagers abstinence is stupid, channeling all I’ve come to understand thanks to years of listening to the Savage Lovecast: (1) Sex is pleasurable, and there’s no good reason you should deny it to yourself if you have a consenting partner and you’re on the same page. (2) Marrying someone who you haven’t had sex with is a potential disaster. How do you know if you’re sexually compatible? (3) Whomever you love enough to marry deserves to have you well-practiced at sex before you marry.

My son nodded at all this. He then remarked to me that in class, he had turned to his classmate and said, “I can see I’m going to be spending some time with Google Scholar tonight.” Having heard previously from me about the ineffectiveness of abstinence education, he wanted to gather some data about it that he could present to the teachers. (What can I say? We’re a household of data geeks.)

So he and I sat down over dinner and did some looking together. We didn’t spend a ton of time on it because I had to run to a local government meeting after dinner, but we found a page that seemed to sum up nicely a lot of the potential problems with abstinence education and virginity pledges. I offered to come to class to see what they were teaching if he wanted me to—but only if he wanted me to.

While I was off at my meeting, he decided to use my home office to print off copies of that webpage. When I got home, he told me he was thinking of giving one to his teacher, one to the guest teacher, and one to the principal.


In the morning, I asked him whether he wanted me to come to class. He said he did. I told him I was just going to sit quietly and observe, although I brought my computer so I could take notes. The regular class teacher was very nice, as my son had described him. That teacher gave me a seat in the back corner where I could watch without being in the way.

The visiting sex-ed presenter—let’s call her Ms. Thomas—started class by asking if there were any questions from last time. My son’s hand shot up. He asked her if her teaching of sexual practices was evidence-based.

Looking startled, she said yes.

“Then why are you teaching abstinence when it doesn’t decrease the amount of premarital sex and increases dangerous practices, including sex without contraception?” he said. He gave his teacher a copy of what he had brought.

“That’s not true,” she said. “You can look up anything on the internet.” She referred him instead to the National Abstinence Education Association’s website. (When I got home, I discovered it is a 501(c)(4) organization—a lobbying group that does things like trying to stop “anti-abstinence justices” from getting federal judgeships.)

The class started to murmur at my son’s attempt to challenge this visiting educator. To be honest, it didn’t strike me at first as particularly dramatic. He’s been raised to believe authority rests in good studies, not in individual humans, and he’s been challenging us since he was 2 years old. (“The earth does NOT move! The sun goes UP and DOWN!”) We’ve never said to him, “Don’t challenge me, boy!” We’ve always said, “What’s your evidence? I’ll show you mine.”

But Ms. Thomas didn’t want to discuss evidence. She wanted to move on, and move on she did. The kids were told they were going to continue to talk about “stories of abstinence” and “non-abstinence stories that led to consequences.”

And so we were presented with a visiting guy I’m going to call Jerry. Jerry told us a genuinely sad story of how he was raised by an alcoholic father and how Jerry got into alcohol and drugs at a young age. He hooked up with a girl “whose mother had put her on birth control.” But it failed, and she got pregnant. Jerry said that he and his girl didn’t tell their parents as the pregnancy progressed.

Hold on a second: Her mother gave her birth control but would be shocked that she had sex? Clearly Jerry’s lesson here—the reason he needed to drop that the girl had been on birth control but that when she got pregnant, they didn’t tell her mother—was supposed to be this: Birth control fails. It fails all the time. And sex is so shameful that if you get pregnant, you can’t get prenatal care. You have to hide the pregnancy. In shame.

Jerry told us that once the girl “showed” and everyone found out, other kids mocked her and friends deserted her. If I followed this disaster story correctly, Jerry later went on to knock up another girl. Same basic story of another child they weren’t ready for. Failure to finish school, failure to be employed, more drugs, more sex. One of his friends overdosed and was “a vegetable,” according to Jerry, for 11 years.

The upshot? Sex is just one disastrous component of “a bad lifestyle.”

But then—then!—Jerry met a beautiful girl he liked so much. And she had been raised in “the abstinence lifestyle.” He decided to put it back in his pants and woo her. He told us he “put her on a pedestal.” After two long, chaste years, he married her. And then he fethed her. And they now have two kids.

The lesson Jerry wanted to impart? This: “You’ll find a good girl. If you find one who says ‘no,’ that’s the one you want.”

He actually said that. If a girl says no, “that’s the one you want.”

Silly me! I have been teaching my son that if a girl says no, you exit politely and get the hell out of her space.

Now Ms. Thomas was up. She wanted to talk about birth control. I thought this was promising—it suggested a recognition that you can have sex without wanting a baby. But her message was also one of sexual doom: “It is absolutely better to use something rather than nothing if you have sex,” she said. “But condoms fail.”

Condoms fail 18 percent of the time, according to this woman. She said stats on that vary, but she went with that big number anyway. She told the story of a couple of teens who came across a box of condoms in which every condom had a pinhole leak. They knew this because they filled them all with water first. (They must have been super turned on!) According to Ms. Thomas, the FDA allows condom manufacturers to have a failure rate of 1 box in 400. You, son—you might be the buyer of box 400.

(Condoms do have a high failure rate—18 percent—when used improperly, according to the CDC, which is why a sex education class should cover how to use a condom correctly! Correct usage of condoms brings failure rate down to 2 percent, a lower failure rate than most hormonal birth control methods.)

At this point, it became clear to me that while this was not technically abstinence-only sex education, it was terror-based sex education. By now, we had learned that sex is associated with drug abuse, drug overdose, disease, unwanted pregnancy—pretty much every horror you can name except shingles and Lawrence Welk.

And that good girls say “no,” and you don’t want you no slut who says “yes.”

Ms. Thomas’s dire warnings continued: “It takes only one sperm to fertilize an egg. It takes only one act of sex to get pregnant.”

I wanted to raise my hand and blurt out, “Not if it’s anal or oral!”

She moved on to a “game.” The game involved everyone getting a number from one to six. She rolled the dice. If your number came up, your condom failed. But your condom didn’t just fail. A pregnancy resulted. And from the pregnancy came a baby. When your number came up, you raised your hand and Ms. Thomas handed you a paper baby.

It took all my willpower not to go up to the regular teacher at this point and ask if there weren’t some scissors in his desk we could use to hand around for paper abortions to prevent all these unwanted paper babies. But I didn’t. Within a few minutes, the entire class was preggers. Even the boys.

The bell rang. The kids hastened to clear the room to get to their next class. I went up to try to calmly talk to these people. I failed. I started screaming and swearing. I feel bad about that. I’m glad my son takes after his father and doesn’t start yelling and swearing in such situations.

But what I’d just seen was worse than anything I’d expected in a progressive school district in a liberal college town. I mean, here’s what these visiting “educators” were telling those kids: Condoms fail. They fail so often, they are pointless. There is no birth control except condoms. So if you have sex, you will end up with a pregnancy, and there is no abortion—you have to have that baby. And you will be shamed.

And what about that bit about wanting a “good girl” who says “no”? What year is this?


I remember when a friend of mine whose daughter is gay and was also going to my son’s school tried to nudge me to pay attention to sex ed, but I had told her I was too busy. Another friend had told me about a “Gender Equity” club forming at the high school, a group of students trying to agitate for positive change in sexuality and gender issues. I had reacted again with “I’m too busy.” Honestly, I’m sure that after my son’s no-means-yes sex-ed class ended, I was yelling and swearing at the visiting teachers partly out of sheer guilt.

Once home, I worried about how my kid was doing after challenging Ms. Thomas and being rebuffed. But I shouldn’t have been worried; he came home five hours later with a smile.

“The news got to the locker commons before I even got there,” he said.

What news? The news that he had challenged the teachers with information. I had missed that he hadn’t just said what he’d said—he’d also passed information around to all his classmates so they could read what he’d found out about abstinence education and virginity pledges and how they don’t really help.

At this point, I confessed to him that I had tweeted about the whole thing and it had gone national while he was at school. He cracked up. He especially enjoyed hearing about the math geeks on Twitter who were trying to calculate what the odds were that a classroom of 20 kids could all have condoms fail and get pregnant in a few dice rolls. It came to about one in three billion.

We went for ice cream and, on the way home, swung by the drugstore. I bought him a box of condoms.

“You know what my friends and I are going to do with those. We’re just going to use those to make water balloons and to cover stuff as a joke,” he said.

“Then we’ll get the nonlubricated kind,” I answered.

Back at home, he went on to the medical literature and found a meta-analysis of 13 studies on abstinence education in the BMJ. He went over it with his father, who is a physician. I gave him the information on the website Ms. Thomas had referred him to—showing him it is a political lobbying group. And I noticed for the first time that my son was wearing a shirt my brother gave him: “Stand back—I’m going to try science.”

His father warned him: “Tomorrow, you can’t expect the adults in the room to act rational. They have their emotions tied up with this, and whatever evidence you bring isn’t going to convince them. Just be prepared for that.”

Our son said he was prepared, and that convincing them wasn’t his goal. His goal was to teach the other kids some of the truth, and also to let them know it’s okay to challenge authority.

Me? I’m kicking myself now for not having gone to all those school-board meetings where they talked about the sex-ed curriculum. But I wonder if it would have mattered. Because whatever they write in the curriculum plan, what matters is where the rubber meets Ms. Thomas.

I am sure, when the school board approved this curriculum that included condom use, Jerry’s story was not run by them—especially not the slut-shaming bit about “good girls.” Nor, probably, were the other visitors earlier in the week run past the school board. (And just to be clear, some of them were good. My son tells me they had someone in to talk personally about abusive relationships, and that it was very useful and powerful.)

Liberal parents like me, the mistake we make is thinking of ourselves as the kind of people who don’t interfere in public schools. As a consequence, the only people who do interfere with sex-ed curricula are the conservatives. If people like me—people who want to see sex ed include teaching about masturbation, the pleasure urge, the existence of LGBT people—don’t show up and push our side, the “middle ground” turns out to be damned near the right.

We’re going to need more than my kid and his printouts to teach this generation right. recommended

Alice Dreger is author of the new book Galileo’s Middle Finger: Heretics, Activists, and the Search for Justice in Science (named one of the “best books of the month” in nonfiction by Amazon). The principal from her son’s high school has called to officially inform her she will now be subject to special monitoring at her son’s school, allegedly for saying “feth” in front of “children” after class ended.

 cincydooley wrote:

 A Town Called Malus wrote:


The school may not be abstinence only, but the guest speakers definitely were. What happens when students ask why their regular teacher told them that condoms only fail 2% of the time when the guest speaker said they fail 18% of the time?

Which is with "perfect usage."

Planned Parenthood cites that 40% of COLLEGE AGE MALES use condoms incorrectly.

And again, from Planned Parenthood:

Condoms are an effective, inexpensive form of birth control. Of 100 women whose partners use condoms inconsistently or imperfectly, 18 will become pregnant in the first year of use.

I'll assume that's where the 18% comes from.

But if you want to assume that 100% of teenagers are using their condoms correctly, you're perfectly entitled to believe that.




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 A Town Called Malus wrote:

5) If you can be "shamed" by having your viewpoint be proven wrong by scientific evidence then you shouldn't be saying that thing in the first place, especially if you are meant to be educating people.

So what happens when the 18% statistic exists? And is supplied, freely, by Planned Parenthood?