Did your father ever mention masturbation to you?

My parents never talked about anything sexual. I'm actually surprised I was born.

 

By the time I was 13, I was leaving semen stains on my bed sheets. I speculate that my Mom saw this in my laundry and told my Dad that I was masturbating on a regular basis (which I indeed was, daily, since my first waking ejaculation nearly a year prior). I had no idea that what I’d been doing in my bed each night even had a name. In fact I believed I had discovered something nobody else knew about — that it was my precious little secret. Then one afternoon while my Dad and I were driving to a rock-climbing location, my Dad, out of the blue, says, “You know that masturbating won’t hurt you.” I had never heard the word before, and so I had to ask what it meant. He said, “That’s when you rub your penis till it squirts semen.” At that moment I felt very busted, and I didn’t say anything. After a moment of silence, Dad continued, “People used to think that it could make you crazy because they saw mental patients doing it. But that logic is completely fucked up. Mental patients drink Coca-Cola too. Does that mean that Coke makes you crazy?” He never mentioned that everybody does it, but by the Coke analogy, I inferred that it might be pretty common behavior. Indeed I realized at that moment that my Dad himself had probably done it at least once (although he was such a disciplined person — a former navy officer — I could hardly imagine that he might have, at one time, done it on a regular basis, just like I was doing — or that (heavens!) he might still be engaging in it habitually. That whole discussion with my Dad took less than two minutes (we arrived at our destination just after it was done and all further conversation that afternoon was about rock climbing). And we never discussed it again, despite my continuing to stain my bed sheets every night, and my Mom presumably observing this every laundry day. A few weeks later, a friend of mine at school, who had a bit of artistic talent, showed me a drawing he had made of a naked woman, and told me what a huge puddle he had left on his bed while gazing at it. He never mentioned masturbation or any colloquialism for it, but I knew precisely what he had talking about. And I knew then that the big M was no secret.

 

Thinking back, I did not mention masturbation to my son when we had the talk. We did discuss the pleasure of sex and the joy of loving someone.

 

My dad never talked to me about anything to do with sex, learned most of it from a step sister. She answered a lot of questions I knew I would never get from my parents. She was older then I was.

 

She sounds like a good step sister.

 

My dad told me it was normal and healthy, and that everyone does it, including him. He and my mom made sure I had access to plenty of lube, condoms, wet wipes, etc. He also told me to just make sure I cleaned up afterward and didn't leave a mess anywhere.

 

I think my dad said something like "which one are you, anyway? I get you and your brothers mixed up"

 

No, neither of my parents ever had any serious discussions with me about masturbation. However, they did tell me that it was dirty and they were constantly telling me to stop "touching myself down there". I missed out on a lot of exploring my sexual curiosity during childhood because of the fact that I was ashamed that I masturbated. The way my parents talked, it made me feel like I was the only one doing this "dirty deed". Because of this, I never discussed masturbation with any of my friends because I didn't want them to know that I was weird or perverted because I liked playing with my cock. No matter how much my parents tried to discourage and dissuade me from doing it, I just enjoyed it too much to stop. It took me a few decades, and the advent of the internet before I drummed up the nerve to tell people that I enjoy masturbating. It really helped being able to talk about it anonymously before actually talking about it with people face to face!!!

 

And you came to the realization that everyone was doing it - as much or more than you...of course nobody talked about it because it had such a bad rap...

 

Yes, I did finally realize that almost everyone was doing it at least as much as me and they also enjoyed it as much as I did, if not more. I had an epiphany and decided that it's my penis and I can play with it as little or as much as I want.
I think all parents should be progressive and intelligent enough to teach their children, both male and female that masturbation is normal, natural, healthy, harmless and fun, but when you are young there are appropriate places to do it. Also, I think parents should be willing to buy their female children the appropriate "toys". Actually, I think all parents should be more open and progressive about discussing all sexual matters with their children.

 

Uhhhhm... ...no

 

Neither of my parents ever said anything about masturbation to me but would sometimes make sideways remarks about how much time I spent in the bathroom. They must have figured out what I was doing.

 

Nope, never. My mom or dad left a book about sex in my drawer and I did learn about sex and how to masturbate from that. I did a terrible job of teaching my kids too. I wish I could have a redo Why so much taboo?

 

Yes, why such a taboo? I was listening to a podcast this week where a guy explained how his father spoke to him about masturbation and also how he in turn spoke to his sons about the topic. Both talks sounded positive with no shame or guilt suggested.
I think that if all people could have a positive attitude on masturbation from a young age, this would be beneficial in self confidence throughout life.

 

My stepmother once mentioned some drivel about a stork brought my new half-brother from somewhere. I assumed it was from outer space. That's as close as my parents got to talking about the "Byrds and The Bee Gees".

 

Ha! Ha!

 

I was constantly being told to stop it. That's about all he said about masturbating. My current FWB told me that she masturbated so much when she was little that her parents took her to the doctor to discuss her "problem", Actually, she does have a "problem" and it's that she has a hard time climaxing when she masturbates except when she does it in one, weird way but that's certainly not what they took her to the doc for!

 

Yes. My parents went to some type of counseling or therapy where they promoted an "open door" policy in the home with your kids. I don't think they were ready for me spending so much time in my room naked, playing with myself. I took their Vaseline, tissues, a small vibrating massager that they had by their bed (yeah... I think they used it for that but I was naive and had no clue). Shortly after, I got the talk from Dad he said everyone has sex and touches themselves and we all lie about it. Of course I had no shame as a kid so I asked him "what does it feel like?" he said "like you have to pee really bad, then you experience relief... It's amazing." We never spoke of it after that. He started bringing home Playboys and taking the centerfolds out and giving them to me. I thought it was weird but he said the stories were great and I might get some "relief" from them LOL. That was about it but my poor mother walked in on me quite a few times.

 

No, Was never Thought of at all,

 

Never, we did it with my friends.