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by Robert Layton
Topics: Abstinence, Sex
I was holding a notice from my 13-year-old son's school
announcing a meeting to preview the new course in
sexuality. Parents could examine the curriculum and take
part in an actual lesson presented exactly as it would be
given to the students.
When I arrived at the school, I was surprised to discover
only about a dozen parents there. As we waited for the
presentation, I thumbed through page after page of
instructions in the prevention of pregnancy or disease.
I found abstinence mentioned only in passing.
When the teacher arrived with the school nurse, she asked if there were
any questions. I asked why abstinence did not play a noticeable part in
the material. What happened next was shocking.
There was a great deal of laughter, and someone suggested that if I
thought abstinence had any merit, I should go back to burying my head in
the sand. The teacher and the nurse said nothing as I drowned in a sea
of embarrassment. My mind had gone blank, and I could think of nothing
to say. The teacher explained to me that the job of the school was to
teach 'facts' and the home was responsible for moral training.
I sat in silence for the next 20 minutes as the course was explained.
The other parents seemed to give their unqualified support to the
materials.
"Donuts at the back," announced the teacher during the break. "I'd like
you to put on the name tags we have prepared and mingle with the other
parents. They're right by the donuts ." Everyone moved to the back of
the room.
As I watched them affixing their name tags and shaking hands, I sat deep
in thought. I was ashamed that I had not been able to convince them to
include a serious discussion of abstinence in the materials.
I uttered a silent prayer for guidance. My thoughts were
interrupted by the teacher's hand on my shoulder. "Won't
you join the others, Mr. Layton?" The nurse smiled sweetly at me. "The
donuts are good."
"Thank you, no," I replied. "Well, then, how about a name tag? I'm sure
the others would like to meet you."
"Somehow I doubt that," I replied.
"Won't you please join them?" she coaxed. Then I heard a
still, small voice whisper, "Don't go." The instruction was
unmistakable. "Don't go!"
"I'll just wait here," I said.
When the class was called back to order, the teacher looked around the
long table and thanked everyone for putting on
name tags. She ignored me. Then she said, "Now we're
going to give you the same lesson we'll be giving your
children.
Everyone please peel off your name tags." I watched in silence as the
tags came off. "Now, then, on the back of one of the tags, I drew a tiny
flower. Who has it,
please?" The gentleman across from me held it up.
"Here it is" "All right," she said. "The flower represents disease. Do
you recall with whom you shook hands?" He
pointed to a couple of people.
"Very good," she replied. "The handshake in this case is
intimacy. So the two people you had contact with now have the disease."
There was laughter and joking among the parents. The teacher continued,
"And with whom did the two of YOU shake hands? "The point was well taken,
and she explained how this lesson would show students how quickly disease
is spread. "Since we all shook hands, we all have the disease"
It was then that I heard the still, small voice again. "Speak now," it
said, "but be humble." I noted wryly the latter admonition, then rose
from my chair. I apologized for any upset I might have caused earlier,
congratulated the teacher on an excellent lesson that would impress the
youth, and concluded by saying I had only one small point I wished to
make.
"Not all of us were infected," I said.
"One of us ABSTAINED"