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I used to believe…

My mom had a cesarean section when she gave birth to me and my siblings, so I thought all babies were born by the doctors slicing open the mother's stomach and taking out the baby. Strangely, this didn't really frighten me.

I used to believe that when women reached a certain age then they can get pregnant from kissing a man. I thought that when you exchanged saliva while kissing then it would trigger something in the womens body that made hey get pregnant. I only thought that the body part down low was only used for peeing and where the child comes out of.

i once saw a pad advert and i was with my couasain so I asked her. She said its when you have a nosebleed so you use it as a plaster. I bumped my nose the next day and I got a nose bleed so I asked my mum' mum please can I have a pad for my Nose. When I learnt what it actually was I was pretty embarrassed. My couasain still reminds me of that day.

I used to think that you got pregnant by being in a relationship for a year, Like suddenly the male hormones would mix with the female ones after a year, and BAM! You're pregnant.

I used to believe…

When I was little I thought that women got pregnant randomly, and that men had nothing to do with the process of pregnancy. This caused me to believe that I was in no way related to my dad, and he was just some person who we decided to live with.

I was a reader when I was young and we had these old kids' books full of facts that I loved to read. One was "All About the Human Body" and it explained eggs, sperm, and fertilization. There were also anatomical diagrams I didn't understand, but the books were from the 50s so they were too conservative to explain anything more. So I knew sperm from the man's body had to somehow get into the woman's body for there to be a baby. When I asked my mom about this subject, she used to say it was "a special kind of love" between two people. So I thought that after two people fell in love and got married, they would walk down the street (or something), and the sides of their bodies would touch while they were walking. The sperm would somehow pass through their skin from the man to the woman, and then she would get pregnant. The funniest thing is that I imagined all this taking place with their clothes on because it literally never occurred to me they might take them off in front of each other.

I used to believe…

When I was on vacation in Hawaii I saw some fruit flavored condoms in a store, like pineapple and mango for example. At that point I knew what condoms were for but not about the existence of oral sex so I couldn't think of why they were flavored. At the end I came to the conclusion that it was so there would be a little bit of a fruity aroma during sex.

I used to believe…

when I was very young I thought there was no such things as baby's. and that god would build us then just drop us through a hole in the clouds, equipped with a parachute. and we floated down to earth as you were. young...old, what ever.

I had my first sex talk when I was twelve. Prior to that, I thought that sharing a bathroom with somebody was enough to get one pregnant.
This led to a very embarrassing incident (I was around ten), when I broke down and started crying whilst telling my dad I was pregnant 'because we only have one bathroom, so we used the same bathroom!'

i thought that babies came kissing.then my friend told me that babies came from sex

i used to think boys were born from men and girls were born from women

I used to believe that to get pregnant you had to place a watermelon seed on the bullybutton.

I used to believe…

This isn't mine, but my niece's. A while back, my sister and brother in law did that gender-reveal thing where they open a bag of balloons and the balloons were blue, meaning they were having a boy. My niece was devastated because she wanted a sister. But then she had an idea. When nobody was looking, she painted the balloons pink, thinking that would make the baby a girl. For months she continually insisted that the baby was a girl, throwing a tantrum whenever her parents would try to correct her. Even after the baby was born, she would call him Annie instead of Andy.

That was years ago. They're both in their teens now, and she still jokingly refers to him as her sister.

I used to believe…

When my little brother (let's pretend his name was George) was about 4 or 5, he asked our mom how he got here. Mom said something like, "Well, we'd wanted and prayed for another baby for a while, and one day, God made sure a little 'George seed' started to grow inside Mommy. And when you got big enough, we went to the hospital so the doctor could help get you out."

I thought that prayer was a necessary part of the process of becoming pregnant! It turned out that I learned what abortion was before learning how sex worked, so for a while I was really confused about why someone would PRAY FOR A BABY, then not want it when it actually showed up inside her.

I thought sex was a man and woman simply laying on top of each other while naked in bed and then after a while of that the woman was magically pregnant.

I used to believe…

Back when I was going through puberty, my grandmother gave me a "what's happening with my body?" book which had information both on male and female bodies. Being a curious young girl who was also getting to be "that age," I naturally read all the stuff about boys' bits. One part was a section on circumcision, which had a crude illustration of two boys showering in a locker room, one with a penis drawn smoothly and one with a penis drawn with a little tip. The accompanying text described the foreskin as a "hood", but didn't really specify which boy in the picture was which. Since the book talked about uncircumsized boys first, and since the boy with the tipped penis was on the left and thus first, AND since the tip looked a bit like the hood of a jacket, I assumed that he was supposed to be the uncircumsized one. I pictured the foreskin as a big fleshy lump on the tip of a penis! It wasn't until much, much later that I realized I'd had it completely backwards!