I was in 5th grade when my dad told me about the Nuremberg trials and the subsequent Milgram experiments.
Edit Wtf you sick perverts, I was talking about when your parents talk to you about authority bias and how you need to be suspicious of power structures that tell you to do things that you would normally consider horrible acts.
Jesus you can’t talk about Nazis without someone dragging out Sex Ed these days smh
Quantum mechanics and all variations of analytical calculus were banned in my house growing up. I had to discover these things on my own by questioning the reality I experience with the errors in classical calculations I had been taught to make.
Never.
My parents at the time were religious conservatives, and authority was expected to be followed. He did say that members of their religious organization had served as Nazis, because they had been drafted by their government, and that it was morally correct for them to have served their country, just as it was morally correct for American members of their church to also serve their country, and for both of these people to try their level best to kill each other at the behest of their respective countries. “Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s.”
It wasn’t until I had a nervous breakdown in my very early 20s–due in large part to the extreme cognitive dissonance caused by membership in that religious organization–that I started to seriously question authority.
A) thank you for completing the assignment
B) man that’s rough. That “leaving the cave” moment is something I think (hope) most everyone has sometime in their 20s. It sucks because it hurts, it’s ugly, and at the very least puts strain on our most important relationships. Sometimes it breaks the relationship and we need to find new ones but that is absolutely painful too.
I hope in your introspection you’ve seen the ways you’ve grown and recognize where the boundaries are to forgive yourself and others, and know what ties were better off cut.
I’ve been in similar situations and honestly it’s made me more empathetic and patient for anyone I see who seems to be off the path of being empathetic and patient. I hope when you run into someone who is in your footsteps that you treat them how you wish you were treated. ❤️
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What is “the talk”? Next time, write the question more clearly…
Obviously it was about the Milgram experiments and until you read past the title you should keep taking your Adderall 😤
Incomprehensible, may God have mercy on you soul
I was 14 when my dad sat me down and told me how to behave around cops.
My dad taught me to be a freak in the sheets.
Excel sheets, to be precise.
Look, there must be limits. The amount of sex-demand one would get from doing something like this is beyond what any person could survive
Doomed to it you could say
so you’re a pivot table man, then?
He started at the visual basic level, but now he’s packing a full python experience.
You have no idea how actually true that is.
My mom was taking undergrad classes when I was in highschool. She thought it was interesting, and we discussed it.
First girlfriend. Was 16 or so. Was coming home from seeing her, walking through the garage with a big dumb smile on my face.
My dad, without even turning to look at me just says;
“Don’t be bringin’ no babies home.”
And that, as they say, was that.
I had to learn that stuff on the street
by which I mean the Grolier Multimedia Encyclopedia, 1994 edition.
I was 18 or 19 when my dad scared me straight into learning to drive manual transmission.
Dad? What’s a dad? Jokes aside, I was educated by the internet … I wouldn’t really trust my parents with any of that information.
Don’t remember the specific age, but it was something in the vein:
“We gotta talk. You know about the sex stuff?”
“Yeah, no problem. Got the internet. Already a master or better.”
“Eyyyyy!”
“Eyyyyy!”
And that was it. But seriously, the internet taught me more than biology class, without all the hoops and whistles.
Pornhub bass riff
Are the Milgram experiments a category on porn hub? I mean if it gives you a little zap who am I to judge?
I was 9 or 10 when my dad taught me about the birds and the bees, I’d missed learning it in school.
I asked him about his novelty “I owe, I owe, so off to work I go” front license plate. We lived in a state that just requires rear plates. I think I was around 8 or 9. That was my first introduction to unearned authority and fucked up nepotistic power hierarchies. He also had a couple good songs about destroying the company store and a few about fortified/bum wines (not an alcoholic himself but grew up around them).
My dad never gave me “the talk.” It was my mother. According to her, when I was around 7-8 years old, she overheard one of my friends making crude remarks about having sex with women. And he didn’t understand how a woman’s biology worked, so he was extremely inaccurate in his description of the act.
My mother decided at that moment that I needed a lesson in how sex actually works, so she went out and bought an educational children’s book about where babies come from. Then she sat me down and read through it with me.
Honestly, I kind of like the fact that I was taught so young. I was already mature for my age, and being taught before I was a ball of raging hormones meant that I could comprehend it from an educational standpoint and not a “what’s wrong with my body/I need to get laid” mindset.
My school didn’t teach sex education until 8th grade. By then, everyone was horny as hell and making poor decisions. Because I already understood how it all works (and no one wanted to ask our teacher all the embarrassing questions), I ended up being a bit of a relationship counselor for my friends.
How does this have anything to do with the Nuremberg trials?
It doesn’t, but then again, no one else seemed to be talking about them either, so I decided to contribute to the main discussion in the comments.
OP edited the post two and half hours after putting it up to make it something else entirely.
Is 8 considered early? My kid is 6 and I am starting to feel like we have waited too long already.
Here in America? It’s super early. Americans don’t like to talk about sex with children, so they wait until we’re already experiencing puberty to finally tell us what’s going on. Hence why my Sex Ed class was in 8th grade (around 13-14 years old).
Never did. I think we were still waiting for his dad to give him “the talk”.
They’ve both passed now. :(
