From as far back as I can remember, my mother was always telling me to stop touching myself "down there", but I was 6 when my older next door neighbor showed me how to actually masturbate. First he stroked my penis until it was hard. Then he pulled out his penis and told me to do exactly what he was doing. I started getting afraid when I got near orgasm because I had never experienced those sensations in my penis before. He told me not to be afraid that it was normal and to keep going. He coached me to my very first dry orgasm. I was shocked, afraid and elated all at the same time. It was a life altering experience and I have never stopped since that day!!!
I remember when my pubes were growing in and it itched like a motherfucker, I was out walking the dog with her and couldn't help but keep scratching my crotch. Every time, she'd lambast me saying, "Stop that!!!" in a sharp tone I didn't much care for, seeing as how it wasn't my fault and not really anything terrible. Even if it required some discretion, I think there were better ways to tell me that. Also a little mind-boggling since a year or so later, I was masturbating in every corner of her house and she never said shit about it other than once asking me to be more careful about where I ejaculated in the shower. LOL!