THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
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I've told you more about myself and my feelings than I've ever told a living soul,<br />
so why shouldn't that include sex?<br />
Parents, and people in general, are very peculiar when it comes to sex. Instead of<br />
telling their sons and daughters everything at the age of twelve, they send the<br />
children out of the room the moment the subject arises and leave them to find out<br />
everything on their own. Later on, when parents notice that their children have,<br />
somehow, come by their information, they assume they know more (or less) than they<br />
actually do. So why don't they try to make amends by asking them what's what?<br />
A major stumbling block for the adults -- though in my opinion it's no more than a<br />
pebble -- is that they're afraid their children will no longer look upon marriage<br />
as sacred and pure once they realize that, in most cases, this purity is a lot of<br />
nonsense. As far as I'm concerned, it's not wrong for a man to bring a little<br />
experience to a marriage. After all, it has nothing to do with the marriage<br />
itself, does it?<br />
Soon after I turned eleven, they told me about menstruation. But even then, I had<br />
no idea where the blood came from or what it was for. When I was twelve and a<br />
half, I learned some more from Jacque, who wasn't as ignorant as I was. My own<br />
intuition told me what a man and a woman do when they're together; it seemed like<br />
a crazy idea at first, but when Jacque confirmed it, I was proud of myself for<br />
having figured it out!<br />
It was also Jacque who told me that children didn't come out of their mother's<br />
tummies. As she put it, "Where the ingredients go in is where the finished product<br />
comes out!" Jacque and I found out about the hymen, and quite a few other details,<br />
from a book on sex education. I also knew that you could keep from having<br />
children, but how that worked inside your body remained a mystery. When I came<br />
here, Father told me about prostitutes, etc., but all in all there are still<br />
unanswered questions.<br />
If mothers don't tell their children everything, they hear it in bits and pieces,<br />
and that can't be right.<br />
Even though it's Saturday, I'm not bored! That's because I've been up in the attic<br />
with Peter. I sat there dreaming with my eyes closed, and it was wonderful.<br />
Yours, Anne M. Frank<br />
SUNDAY, MARCH 19, 1944<br />
Dearest Kitty,<br />
Yesterday was a very important day for me. After lunch everything was as usual. At<br />
five I put on the potatoes, and Mother gave me some blood sausage to take to<br />
Peter. I didn't want to at first, but I finally went. He wouldn't accept the<br />
sausage, and I had the dreadful feel- ing it was still because of that argument<br />
we'd had about distrust. Suddenly I couldn't bear it a moment longer and my eyes<br />
filled with tears. Without another word, I re- turned the platter to Mother and<br />
went to the bathroom to have a good cry. Afterward I decided to talk things out<br />
with Peter. Before dinner the four of us were helping him with a crossword puzzle,<br />
so I couldn't say anything. But as we were sitting down to eat, I whispered to<br />
him, "Are you going to practice your shorthand tonight, Peter?"<br />
"No," was his reply.