Finding My Assertive Voice
Family Life and Sexuality Content Specialist
Children's Aid Society-Carrera Adolescent Pregnancy Prevention Program
Brittany was a “Goth girl” with jet black hair, black fingernails and black attire. She had a chip on her shoulder the size of a
boulder. On the first day of group I
asked the girls to share one of their coolest qualities. When I got to her she belligerently stated
she had no cool qualities. I knew her
type well. I asked her if I could share
a quality that I had noticed and with rolled eyes she said sure. I said, “Brittany, you dare to be different
in a room full of girls who all look the same.
You stand out, you own your look and you have the assertive voice to
match.” She sat up a little straighter
that day and came each week to the group participating like a leader
should. On the last day of class she
gave me a hand-made card. It read that I
didn’t want to come to this class, but you made it fun and for the first time
in my life you made me feel special, thank you for what you do.
I had
the unfortunate experience of an abusive relationship for the first three years
of college. I saw the red flags early
on, but wanted to believe he would change and go back to being what he was when
we first started dating. He was
controlling, manipulative, jealous, insecure, and downright mean. The verbal and emotional abuse was at times
intolerable, but his apologies were sincere and sweet. I stuck it out. My college life, along with my grades
suffered as a result.
By the
third year I was growing tired of having to build his self-esteem due to his
multitude of insecurities. It took three
times to break up with him. The third
time was the final straw when his verbal and emotional abuse turned violent and
he punched me in my parent’s driveway during an argument.
I came
home that semester with my tail between my legs. My mother greeted me in the driveway with
open arms so relieved I had finally given up on that abusive relationship, but
disappointed that I had no real game plan for what was next. I had dropped out of college because I didn’t
get into nursing school. Over the next
few days she kept asking me what I was going to do. Finally, I drove back to campus to register
for the fall semester, declaring Health Education as major number three. Health Education through the field of
sexuality education changed my life.
I have
often said that I did not choose sex education, it chose me. I remember my mother asking me, “What do you
plan to do with this health education degree when you graduate in May?” I had no idea what I planned to do. It was
during my last semester while participating in my course internship with a
local AIDS-Service Organization that I found my calling. I worked in the prevention education
department and had the task of teaching anyone who would listen what we called,
AIDS 101. My first presentation was with
a church youth group. I practiced that presentation until I had it memorized
and sat with that group of youth like I was one of them. I realized that night that I was good at
something – teaching. But it was more
than just teaching, it was teaching about sex.
I made the audience laugh and I could see the light bulbs turning on in
their brains. It was truly a magical
experience and the first time I felt empowered and confident – I had found my
assertive voice.
I teach
sex ed to help the Brittany’s of the world find and use their assertive voice. I teach sex ed to build the competence,
confidence and connected-ness young people need in order to become successful
adults – so they can walk away from the relationships that raise the red flags.
I teach sex ed because navigating
adolescence is not always an easy journey.
I teach sex ed because I want young people to learn how to communicate
their wants, needs and desires – to say yes to amazing relationships that are
healthy and fulfilling.
Jean Workman will be co-presenting a pre-conference workshop along with Dr. Michael Carrera and Lindsay Fram at the National Sex Ed Conference in December, based on the agency’s new curriculum Above the Waist. Read details here.

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