I was about 22 and living with my bf (now husband). A friend had a stroke from the pill, and my mom freaked out, asking about my contraceptive methods. Was very happy to hear we were using condoms.

until that point she didn't acknowledge that I had the ability to have sex.
When I was really young (under 5), I was obsessed with how babies were made, grown in the womb, birthed, and breastfed after. So my mom let me watch an educational birth video. There were a few statements made in response to my crying and saying, "I don't want to grow up because I'll get pregnant and get stretch marks!" My dad said, "Well there's more to it than that. You know, Mom didn't just have you kids on her own. I was involved too." So for the next 4 years, I dreaded the day I would get a boyfriend/husband because I thought that meant I would randomly have a baby.