Thinking about this post (about Labyrinth and teenage girls and dark sexual fantasy) and sexual maturity and likeâŚ
Maturity, for human beings to mature, is the unfolding of genetic potential over time and experience. Our brains are born half-baked and have to be shaped by our environment. For example, I was born with the capacity to learn Cantonese; but as nobody ever spoke Cantonese to me, that capacity went unrealized, so if I want to learn it now, I have to struggle to bring those capabilities to fruition.Â
This comes up in my work in mental health, with regards to emotional maturity. Emotional maturity, in large part, is the ability to perceive and understand your own emotional needs; to be able to tell which are valid and important and which are unhelpful or disproportionate; to have a variety of skills, habits, and abilities which will address those needs; and to be able to tell which ways of coping are appropriate for which situation. We teach classes, entire curriculums, on getting in touch with your emotions and mastering your responses to them.
We donât talk about âsexual maturityâ in nearly the same way. âSexual maturityâ gets talked about likeâŚÂ âCongrats, 10-year-old girl! Youâve got your period, which means youâre now a woman capable of bearing a child! Youâre sexually mature!â which is SO fucked up.
Proposing âsexual maturityâ in a way parallel to âemotional maturityâ kind of shakes me to my bones. I canât imagine going into all the institutions that shaped me when I grew up and saying, âYou are neglecting an important part of the development of the children you serve. For them to become healthy and mature adults, they need to be able to understand their sexual needs and desires, or lack thereof; understand how to judge whether a sexual experience is desirable and healthy, or unhealthy or aversive; to be able to recognize lack of desire or attraction, and be able to set boundaries, reject unwanted intimacy, and refuse unwanted sex; to learn a variety of skills, habits, and abilities (like using fantasy, self-stimulation, artistic expression, role-play, or genuine sexual encounter) with which to meet their needs in healthy ways; to care about the autonomy, feelings, and needs of other people with whom they interact; and to be able to tell which ways of meeting their needs are appropriate given the situation and person they are with.â
Or, well, I can imagine. I can imagine getting thrown out of every school, church, community league, and Girl Guide troop I tried it in. âYou want us to teach these children WHAT?â Because suggesting that children be taught about something is tantamount to suggesting they be abused, dragged into a foreign world into which they might hopefully never wander otherwise.
Iâve been digging deep into sex and society lately and am so struck, over and over, with how much my culture of origin (Anglo-European, North American, Christian) absolutely valorizes sexual immaturity. In a world where sex is âdirtyâ, complete ignorance of sexâboth in general, and your own sexuality in particularâis seen as âpureâ, as âinnocentâ. As desirable. The very knowledge of your own sexual desires degrades you as a person.
I guess itâs because I am a Christian, I know a lot of current or former Christians, who feel very betrayed by purity cultureâs fundamental promise of a beautiful romantic life: You donât have to become sexually mature to have all your needs met. They will be met for you.
This means that we were promised that if we never thought about sex, never thought about what we wanted or needed, a day in our lives, one day someone would come along who would know for us and make sure all our needs were met.Â
I grew up trying to ignore the bitter stories of former Christians who discovered sex and found it really great and left their faith. But what I foundâand what a lot of the people Iâve talked to lately foundâwas that instead, we discovered our faith, our chastity, wasnât getting us what weâd been promised; instead it made us dry, desiccated, unhappy, unfulfilled, lonely, and full of shame. We didnât leave the Church for the arms of a willing lover; we left it for a lonely road to a world where we had to shift for ourselves, and weâd been specifically discouraged from ever learning any of the skills that would let us do that. We left it for Tinder profiles and a bunch of matches we didnât even know what weâd do with, if we ever got them.
Especially for women, and for LGBTQ+ peopleâand especially for those of us who are bothâthis legacy of silence, shame, and neglect isnât just a trauma in the past; itâs an active impediment to the present and future. Weâre pressed in on all sides between dating tips to âBe confident! Just be yourself!â, positivity culture that says, âLove your body! Enjoy having sex!â, and purity police hunting down âdeviant pervertsâ whenever we try to express how shameful and frightening sex can be, or try to imagine our way forward with it. Instead we just pick at each other and post memes about âuseless lesbiansâ and donât rock the boat by questioning how we got here or how weâre getting out.
The one thing I know about shame is that itâs a self-fulfilling prophecy. If you feel ashamed, and act like that shame is right, you become even more entrapped in a world of secrecy, silence, and judgment. Itâs only when you admit itâs there but deny its legitimacy that you gain any ground.
So Iâm talking about it. And I think the only real way forward is for us to⌠keep talking about it.