While this is kinda off-topic it's also somewhat realted. Some of you may have seen this (I didn't write it):
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--they're right by the
donuts -- and mingle with the other parents."
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 represents
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."