Five years ago, I learned my son was struggling with pornography. I was shocked and devastated. Feeling guilty and hopeless, I struggled to sleep and cried endlessly. I couldn’t understand how this had happened.
He grew up in a Christian home with Christian principles. We talked openly about sex and the advantages of waiting until he was married before engaging in sexual behavior.
What we didn’t talk about was pornography and its dangers. We didn’t talk about it because I didn’t understand its widespread availability and use.
I also underestimated my child’s curiosity.