September 26, 2014

In the beginning… Masturbation is where we all start our sexuality…..

By Edith Day In Blog

I’m wondering how many perfectly normal teens get side tracked by a neurotic family member in a spot of influence that effects for at least a time their sexual development and perhaps even damages a healthy self interest.

In the beginning it was water. I remember discovering how fabulous a steady stream of pouring water felt between my legs; I must have been a little over 14… In the early years I would look forward to my bath each evening and the release of tension that successful self exploration would bring. Hormones raging and no particular way to ease that tension other than through masturbation.

My drive has always been high leaving me almost insatiable at times and as a youth this was exciting and also a bit hard to manage. After mastering the bath I could easily make myself come multiple times without penetration. I did so regularly and having never been told that this should be a bad thing to do I had no guilt associated with my behavior. It all seemed quite natural, really.

One summer I was visiting my grandparents and my grandmother was very what I will call “caught up” sexually; in hindsight she was sexually ¬†stunted from clearly another adult with similar sexual issues. I suppose…well let me finish the story and then we can suppose together….

This summer that I was recalling I was there for some time, like several weeks in their mountain house and there was not much to do. This was a time where two tv stations and a card game was the choices to pass the time or maybe a good book. It was prime masturbation time of you asked me….

I was quietly in the bath enjoying myself when I saw out of the corner of my eye my grandmother watching me. She has snuck into the bathroom and was standing there watching me masturbate. I sat up and she looked as if she had “caught me” doing something I was’nt supposed to be doing. She said “Just what are you doing?” and I looked her straight in the eye and replied back “Just what are YOU doing?” She seemed miffed but left the bathroom and we never discussed her intrusion again.

For years after that afternoon bothered me. In some quick instant my grandmother had made me feel dirty without saying a word of such. When I first was married I remember not wanting there to be any masturbation in my house, taking an unspoken encounter to the fullest extreme and allowing her to invade personal space and healthy sexual response. It was not until much later and many years of parenting and being married that I connected the dots of my response to discovering my own husband and then children masturbating. Fortunately my husband totally gets me in all areas of my psyche and more fortunately I encouraged masturbation with my children in an effort to insure no psychological damage to their own sexual discovery and wellness.

In the beginning there is always masturbation and that is very healthy indeed!

~Edith Day

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