As mysterious as love may be, the agony of its loss is an even more baffling experience, driving many men to depths of despair they never knew existed.Now, however, researchers have begun to see through our haze of pain, and understand that there's actually a method to our sadness..." I don't remember all the banality that followed, clichés stutter-stepping through the lips of a person I'd known so intimately the day before. Like when I'd been in a car wreck as a boy, I understood only that something awful had just blindsided me.
Aside from perpetuating this belief in her day-to-day work, she throws occasional dances - called 'Dateable Balls' - for her disabled clients to mingle and exchange phone numbers.Books about sex were always visible in our house; consent and appropriate touching were things we spoke about over the dinner table while I was in primary school.The result of this openness - of these conversations - was that I never felt a sense of shame around sex, at least not in the way many of my classmates seemed to.In fact, the birds and bees had been buzzing and chirping within earshot from before I could walk.I suppose 'buzzing and chirping' is a nice way of saying "my mother spoke loudly and openly about sex a lot". You see, my mum's a relationships and sexuality counsellor who specialises in working with people on the spectrum of disability.
I like to think that my ongoing openness to sex and sexuality is all thanks to mum's willingness to teach me that, as I edged towards puberty, it was natural to have a number of seemingly confronting feelings, thoughts and urges.