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  • The #Nairalife Of A Depression

    Every week, Zikoko seeks to understand how people move the Naira in and out of their lives. Some stories will be struggle-ish, others will be bougie. All the time, it’ll be revealing.

    Tell me, did it come in trickles, or like a strong wave?

    It started as trickles in January 2018, then all at once. I didn’t even know exactly what it was, but much of the realisation came from my friend, a doctor. 

    He kept hammering it at the time, “you need to sleep, or find a way to sleep. Clear your room, keep it aerated. Start sleeping. Force yourself to sleep.”

    But, the sleep wasn’t coming. I had too many things on my mind, and everything just began to spiral out of control.

    What were the things on your mind?

    It feels like it started from some personal struggles I had with family, and then it just consumed everything else. I couldn’t get any work done. When clients started asking for their work, my anxiety climbed – I even started refunding their money. Then, I started panicking that I was losing money and not earning, that added its own. Insomnia started scaring me, I thought I was going to die. 

    And when I told my doctor friend that all the things I used to love were now beginning to irritate me, he told me that I was showing signs of depression. 

    I didn’t want to hear any of that.

    Why? 

    I was like, why would I be depressed? The very first time I heard about someone getting depressed, I was like, why is this person who is from money and comfort depressed? I felt depression was as a result of…

    Lack?

    Lack! I felt it was a result of you not being able to attain things or have things. People might be poor and can’t feed, that sucks. People lose a loved one, they’re sad. 

    At the time, I also kept saying that depression is tied to suicide? Me? I can’t. I didn’t accept it. 

    If you didn’t accept it, how did you reject it?

    It was just constant internal denial. 

    I feel you. Let’s rewind a little to January 2018, and talk about where your finances were.

    No, let’s rewind to December 2017. I usually set a yearly target for the amount I want to have in my account by December. In 2013 when I started working, I closed the year with ₦300k in my account. The following year, I had about ₦600k. So, the next year, I wanted to double it. 

    By the end of 2017, I had about ₦3 million and I had some dollars. About $2,000. By December 2017, I had plans for the year, laid them all out.

    But January had a different plan. 

    I started the month quite well I managed to deliver some work in January, mostly spillover from the previous. By February, I didn’t make any money. 

    I remember taking a walk with one of my friends, and he said, “you need therapy, young man.” Therapy? But I’m not mad na. So I asked him how therapy worked. Are they going to reset my brain? And he said, “it’s a journey.” 

    So, I decided to give it a shot, which led me to the therapist in March. 

    How did that go? 

    He confirmed it. Clinical Depression. I started seeing him, he prescribed drugs. My meds mostly cost about ₦4,000 a month. But I think he got tired of me. To be honest, I had some resistance actually. I bought drugs but didn’t use them at first, and when I started using it, didn’t believe I had to. The second therapist, I didn’t like him.

    Then I tried somewhere else. It was a small practice, so they put me on a plan for ₦5,000 a month. They told me someone was going to reach out to me. He didn’t reach out for three weeks, but when he did, he promised me that I was going to get better.

    Did you believe him? 

    How would I? He told me to trust him. Over the next few weeks, as we got to know each other better, he told me that there was a project he was working on and that he wasn’t going to work on it until I got better. 

    That’s a serious commitment.

    Yes, it was. You know, one funny thing during that period is that I’d just call an Uber, and pick a random location. Then I’d arrive at my destination feeling sad and wondering what I was doing there. Sometimes, it’d be a restaurant where I’d just go to eat and cry. 

    My 3rd therapist prescribed a change of medication, and those ones were so hard to get that someone had to help me buy them in another state. This was in May 2018. 

    When you started using the meds, what was it like?

    I didn’t feel anything. The only meds where I was feeling something were my sleeping meds. But whenever I woke up in the morning, I start crying like, why am I still alive?

    I feel you, man.

    I’d wake up and be angry like, why is my life upside down God? People recommended I change my environment. I did that for a few weeks. I probably spent close to a million on just travelling.

    You were bleeding cash, but you weren’t making money.

    Yes! The only thing that saved me was my stash. I was just blowing money stupidly in that period. 

    What was the lowest your money got to in that period?

    Let me try to remember… It’s hard to remember much from that time…

    Ah, I remember! I was down to somewhere around ₦600k, and it was in my business account. All my other accounts were already empty. This was around September 2018. I was buying drugs, I bought Agbo. I even bought supplements from Amazon. 

    *How much cash burned through in this period*

    I was still talking to my therapist. 

    At the end of 2018, I got a job at a small Charity. It paid me ₦25k, but I looked forward to going there every day. For the first time in 2018, I had a sense of purpose. It took a ₦25k job to give me something to look forward to. 

    I feel you. 

    Man, life felt so meaningless. I felt suicidal every day, and although I never attempted suicide,  I also never wanted to stay alive. I looked at my business, something I was so passionate about, and I hated it. 

    Wild. Let’s talk about your business. 

    Over the years, I’ve honed a couple of skills; web development and branding. So I quit my 9-5 in 2017 to focus squarely on rendering these services to people. If I worked at a 9-5, I’m sure I’d have been fired in 2018. Extremely sure about that. 

    Interesting. Back to the matter, how much do you think the whole period gulped? 

    For almost 2 years, I’ll say it cost me about ₦1.5 million. Because I started to feel relieved was October 2019, when I decided to get off medication, and I was still sleeping well. 

    Amazing. It took 22 months, but you did come out on the other side.

    Yup. 

    Something else I’m curious about; you were not only losing cash, but your loss in productivity was also costing you financial opportunities.

    Hmm. Oh wow. I never really thought about this. So, I was at a point where I felt I could earn up to ₦450k. 

    Crazy, because calculating everything earned in 2018 means that my monthly average was around ₦75k – ₦100k.

    Let’s start at the beginning of 2019. 

    It still sucked at the beginning of the year, and I can barely remember a lot of what happened. I do remember that the place where I was getting help, I stopped going there. The 3rd Therapist left to start his own practice. The only other therapist also left that practice. So I followed The 3rd Therapist. 

    Something else I remember doing that I know really helped me was working out. I started working out consistently, five days a week, sometime in the middle of the year. 

    First of all, my body changed. 

    Hmmm. The temperature just climbed. 

    Hahaha. I felt so good about myself. All it cost me was 8k a month and after 8 weeks, I became buff. More than anything, it helped me with my discipline. 

    Also, around that time, I went for Electroconvulsive Therapy. That was supposed to cost about ₦250k, but I paid ₦150k. 

    The 3rd Therapist helped me negotiate a better deal. Great guy. I can’t talk about this journey without talking about my therapist. He charges ₦50k per session, and each session lasted 2 hours.

    Woah. What was the frequency of your sessions?

    Thrice a week. But here’s the crazy part, he didn’t charge me.

    Ehn? 

    It was completely free, man, 6 hours every week. I also had access to call him every time. When my ₦5k plan finished at the end of 2018, I just continued with him free.  

    How long did he work pro bono with you?

    January 2019 till December 2019. There were weeks where we didn’t speak though, but still. It was a lot of free sessions.

    What did that period do to your perspective on money?

    An emergency fund is important. God gives money abeg, but I don’t want to be a poor man. The reason I want to be rich is to enjoy things without worrying about small things. My emergency fund saved me in that period, I think. 

    According to one of my friends, I used to say in that period that I was willing to give up everything I owned and start again if that was going to make me feel better. Money felt useless. 

    Shook, so money really can’t buy happiness eh?

    Money is a means is to comfort, not happiness. I’d go to the restaurants that I liked to eat; eating and crying. I’d buy nice shirts, and it’d just be meh. 

    That’s heavy. What’s it like these days?

    First off, I kept the job at that charity, and I’m so happy doing it! Then I’ve been getting good gigs. My first gig in January paid me about ₦270k. 

    Dude, my current monthly average is about ₦500-₦550k.

    In the middle of a pandemic?

    Hahaha. In the middle of a pandemic.

    Let’s break down your monthly expenses.

    I barely spend any money. Currently, I spend:

    Food: ₦32k

    Clothing/Personal effects: ₦7,500

    Black Tax: ₦20k

    My current savings is currently at a little over ₦2.5 million, in multiple stashes. I re-topped the USD back to $2,000. I also have people owing me, if that counts; ₦700k.

    I save the rest, invest a little here and there.

    What type of investments do you have?

    I have someone buying crops and selling to foreigners. It’s a 100% returns in 3 months. I gave him ₦300k last time, he gives me 40% of the returns for the capital, he gets 60% for leg work.

    Building all of that back up a little, so mostly savings for now. 

    What’s something you want right now that you can’t afford?

    Let me first say that I tend to think long term or short term. A few years ago, I wanted to get a computer, let’s say it’d have cost ₦600k. I didn’t wait to have the ₦600k before buying, I just bought a cheaper one that was good enough in the short term, while I saved up for the other one. 

    I try to build buffers. A lot of money coming from a lot of tiny places. I also hate surprises. So what I do want that I can’t afford? I want to travel – after this at least. I can afford to, but it’ll tamper with my buffers.

    What do you wish you could be better at?

    I have some other skills to make money, but I’m not harnessing those tiny things well enough. I need to turn more of my skills into a money-making machine.

    What’s a purchase you made that significantly improved the quality of your life? 

    I paid a couple of subscriptions for resources for my work. It saves you a lot of time looking for free things all over the internet. About $200 in total. 

    On a scale of 1-10, happiness levels

    You see that word, happiness? It has a different meaning for me. I’m comfortable, I’m at peace with myself.

    Because of Faith, I don’t feel like I lost anything per se, even the income that wasn’t earned doesn’t feel like a loss. I like to think of it as downtime, but now, I’m back. I didn’t expand my client base as I planned. But in this period of trying to figure things out, I tried things I’d normally not try. Now, I can focus on creating serious opportunities out of them. 

    There’s nothing I want that I can’t get. Wait, I want the new Mac. That’s the only thing I want that I can’t get yet. 

    Amazing. How are you seeing your therapist since movement is a little restricted?

    Hahahaha. In all the time he was having sessions with me, I saw him in person only thrice. Dude, teletherapy; over the phone. Video call.

    Ahh, I didn’t see that coming. 

    We’re really good friends now. When I got better, he told me, “now’s the time to work on this project. 

    I worked on the branding project and poured my heart into it. And it made him so happy. 

    I refused to charge him, of course.

  • Dealing With Depression Kicked Her Out Of School: Mariam’s Aluta and Chill

    Students in Nigerian universities have stories to tell, but hardly anyone to tell them to. For our new weekly series, Aluta and Chill, we are putting the spotlight on these students and their various campus experiences.


    This week’s subject is Mariam Adeleye. She talks about how ignoring her mental health affected her academics and how she was asked to withdraw from her first university.

    Tell me about how you got into school

    I wrote JAMB in 2015 and went for University of Lagos. The original plan was to study medicine and surgery. It didn’t seem UNILAG was going to happen, so I changed my preferred school of choice to University of Ibadan. I made the supplementary list and was offered Medical Laboratory science.

    I wasn’t really triggered by the fact that I didn’t get medicine. At that point, I was more determined to get into a school, even if it meant that I wouldn’t get the course I wanted. MLS wasn’t medicine, but it was close. 

    Did it get off to a good start?

    Unfortunately, no. A lot was going on at the time. My grandmother was buried a day before resumption, so I went to school straight from her funeral. I wasn’t in the best state of mind. On my first morning at school, I woke up feeling numb, lost and unsure of what to do. It felt like I was going to be sucked into oblivion. I could have used some guidance there, but there was none. Yeah, it was a rough start.

    I’m so sorry about that. How did you navigate the feeling of helplessness?

    My first roommate had everything figured out, or so it seemed. She had been in school before I came, so she walked me through the basics — registrations, medicals, and classes. From there, I met other people, and slowly, I began to settle in. However, it wasn’t enough. 

    What do you mean?

     Family issues. My uncle, whom I was close with, was very sick and was on the verge of dying. It was tough to handle that.  Perhaps the biggest thing I was struggling with was the pressure to be the best I could be. I’m the first child and the only girl in my family. Standards had been set for me and I was expected to meet and surpass them. It wasn’t fun at all. I don’t think I handled all of these things the right way. I disassociated from people. I was always in class without being there. Also, I had concentration and memory issues. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get a break.

    Did it get better, though?

    For a brief period, it did. I became friends with a guy and it seemed like I could actually do this uni thing and make it out in one piece. But that didn’t last for long. I realised that I was beginning to develop an unhealthy attachment to him. I’d been so alone for a long time that when he came along, he was the only person I wanted to be with. I recognised how dangerous that could be, so I took a step back from him. 

    Anyway, I saw my first semester results and they were terrible. I actually thought it was a mistake at first because I didn’t think I could do that badly.  It didn’t help that everyone had access to my CGPA. There’s this document in UI — Book of Life — where every student’s CGPA is compiled before it’s presented to the university senate for consideration. It’s supposed to be confidential, but it leaks every semester. So everyone knew how bad my grades were. It was tough dealing with people coming to me to ask about what was wrong. It’s not like they cared, and even if they did, I didn’t need their pity. 

    Aww. How did you attempt to bounce back?

    Again, I pulled back from people. Not necessarily because I wanted to be a studious student, but I didn’t want a repeat of the first semester when everyone was hitting me up to ask if something was wrong. I was fighting for my life now and I thought I could turn everything around. It did get better, but at the end of the semester, my CGPA wasn’t enough to keep me at the department. I was advised to withdraw from the department and was transferred to Zoology.

    Whoa! That sucks. I’m sorry.

    Telling my parents was the hardest part. I’d disappointed them. They thought I’d lost my chance at studying a “good course.” I remember my mum telling me about how much she cried. Getting kicked out of the department was a dreadful confirmation that I was mediocre and wasn’t cut out for anything good.

    I believe you know that’s not true. How did you find the new department when you transferred?

    Not good. It wasn’t a bad department but I didn’t think I should be there. My second year was the worst period of my university experience. For the most part, I was trying to convince myself that I liked the department when in actual fact, I didn’t. My mental health took a turn for the worse. 

    Man!

    I tried to take everything a day at a time, but that did little to help. Then the suicidal thoughts started to streak in. It didn’t seem like I had what it took to live.

    OMG. That’s a lot. Did you talk to anyone about this?

    Only my boyfriend at the time. He was the support system, even though he wasn’t in Ibadan. I got through a lot of stuff because of him.

    I didn’t end my life, obviously. However, my quality of life or academics wasn’t better. My grades were still in shambles. Unfortunately, I didn’t know how bad they were until the middle of the second semester. This was my second chance at redeeming myself and I messed it up again.

    How?

    At the end of my second year in 2019, I was advised to withdraw from the university. My time at UI was over.

    Wow! That’s a lot.

    Yeah, it was tough. The toughest bit was that I got to know that I’d been kicked out through the Book of Life. I ran to my level coordinator, course adviser, and HOD to see if there was anything I could do.  Of course, they couldn’t help. It was final. I’d been sent out of the school. 

    How did you handle that and everything that came with it?

    Not very well. I felt like shit. I had no idea how to tell my parents that I’d failed them again, so I kept it away from them. In hindsight, it wasn’t the brightest idea. My rent was still active, so I stayed in my hostel for four months. When my rent expired and I moved out, I had to tell them. 

    How did you confront them eventually?

    I sent my mum a text and told her that I’d been kicked out of school and that I was suicidal. I couldn’t bear to look at them when I broke the news. My dad was livid and it wasn’t only because of the fact that I was out of school, it was also because it took me four months to come clean. They were disappointed that I’d not lived up to the expectations they’d built around my existence. Thankfully, they got over it quickly and focused on finding the fix.

    What was the fix?

    I decided to seek professional help about the state of my mental health. I was diagnosed with Recurrent Depressive Disorder. It means that every now and then, I would have episodes of depression and they can range from mild to severe.

    Bruh! What did it mean for you to find that out?

    I had to accept it. It’s sad that it can’t be cured, the best thing I can do is to manage it. The littlest thing could set down a dark path. The idea that I would live with it all my life is something I still struggle to accept, but it is what it is. My parents thought it was something I could pray away — I wish it was that easy. 

    Nigerian parents and their belief in prayers.

    Right? Anyway, it was good to figure that out. I knew what I was dealing with and how to manage it. This made a lot of things better. In November 2019, I decided that it was time to go back to school. In February 2020, I was accepted into a private university to study psychology.

    I’m glad, but why did you decide to go to a private university this time?

    My parents were the biggest deciding factor. They thought there was too much freedom in a federal university and believed I would do better in a more structured environment. Also, UI is one of the sane public universities and I couldn’t go back there. I didn’t know what I’d find in others, so it was easier to go for a private university where it is less likely to experience lecturers at their worst. 

    Fair enough. I think it’s interesting that you’re studying psychology now. Was there any particular reason for that?

    It was because of what I had gone through with my mental health. I became fascinated with the idea of studying the human condition. Besides, I developed this drive for social activism and there is a branch of psychology dedicated to that. I’m right where I should be.

    What’s it been like so far?

    Pretty good. The school is small, which I like. It’s good for me. I find the classes interesting. The people I’ve met are nice. Things are good. 

    I’m glad. How do you manage your mental health now and stay in control?

    I made the biggest control move when I decided to get help. That changed everything. I’m on antidepressants now  — that helps to control the extremes of my mood. I’ve made the decision to do only the things that I enjoy. I’m determined this time to stay in control and that’s because I know that I’m in a better position to stay in front of whatever comes around. Also, and this is important, my therapist is only a call away.

    Do you think an early diagnosis would have kept you in UI?

    Yes, that could have changed a lot of things. I knew something was off, but I didn’t think to get help. Maybe if I had done that, I would have concentrated better. Maybe my memory wouldn’t have been so fucked up. Maybe I wouldn’t have dissociated myself from people. Maybe I wouldn’t have gotten kicked out. 

    However, I know that I made some mistakes. I should have involved my parents earlier. They had their faults too, but they are supportive. They’ve always been supportive. I should have told them what went wrong the moment it went wrong. But we move. I’m in a better place now and that’s all that matters.


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  • Sex on Antidepressants — The Good, The Bad And The Ugly

    Sex Life is an anonymous Zikoko weekly series that explores the pleasures, frustrations and excitement of sex in the lives of Nigerians.


    Today’s subject is a 25-year-old who was diagnosed with depression in 2016 and has been off and on antidepressants since then. He shares his experience with them and how they have impacted his sex life.

    When did you have sex for the first time?

    January 2018, only a few months after I turned 25. My ex and I had just broken up. It was a low period, and I was looking for some type of connection. So I hung out with a friend who was engaged — I didn’t know this at the time though. One thing led to another and she had offed cloth. Under two seconds, everything bust — we went from being friends and nothing more to friends having sex. Because it was my first time, I kept wondering if I was doing it right and if she was enjoying it. Soon, we were both twitching. She tightened up on me and we came.

    As great as the sex was, I felt terrible after. 

    This just went from juicy to confusing. Please explain. 

    I had tried to have sex with the person I loved, my ex who I had just broken up with, but it never worked — my body just wasn’t responding to hers. Then I had sex with this friend and it was great. It felt like I had betrayed my ex.

    That sucks. But wait first, did any kind of drama happen after you slept with this friend? How did you find out she was engaged?

    What do you think? She told her fiancé and he called me. 

    Gbege.

    Yup! He asked why I did it. It was super messy. But they’re still together.

    Yikes. But tell me, what were your expectations before your first sexual experience. Did it meet up?

    To be honest, I had very little expectations before having sex, because it’s not as important as cuddling or spending time together. And yet, I never pegged sex to be as fun as it turned out to be; my body knew and understood her body. 

    So what happened after that? Did that experience scare you from having more sex?

    Lewl. Nope. I had sex with another friend next. I had chased her for a while for a proper relationship, but that didn’t work out. It led to occasional gbas gbos — but just as friends. 

    LMAO. Friends, but with benefits?

    Something like that. The sex was great because we were good friends. Then after a while, my head switched off, and I wasn’t attracted to her anymore. 

    Welp… How many sexual partners have you had since then?

    Four people. 

    You had sex for the first time at 25. Why did it take you this long?

    In the beginning, it was me trying  hard to be a good Christian. The Bible forbids fornication, and I followed that strictly, even though I occasionally made out and cuddled with lovers. There was, after all, nothing explicitly forbidding that. 

    In 2014, I realised that religion and faith were not exactly real to me — they were things my parents brought me up with. A lot of things went out of the window after that; things like keeping myself for my wife. After that, I started attempting sex and that was when I realised my body didn’t respond to everyone. 

    Please explain.

    There might be an undeniable attraction, but it won’t translate into willpower to have sex — like with my ex. I don’t know how or where this comes from. All I know is that it’s a thing that happens to me. 

    Let’s talk about your most interesting sexual experience. 

    I can’t exactly say interesting. But I can say super strange. Since I started taking antidepressants, strange things have been happening.   

    Tell me about that.

    Everything and anything can go wrong when you’re on antidepressants. Your mind might not be interested, but your penis and body will want it. Sometimes you’re interested, but your body doesn’t understand, and you can’t maintain an erection; you’ll get a boner for a while, and before you can say okoto meow meow, it’ll be gone. And it’s not like you’ve had an orgasm or anything.

    I remember one particular experience where I kept going for 40 minutes and nothing came out. Apparently, that’s one of the things that antidepressants can do to you. There hasn’t been anything out of the ordinary, just weird experiences.

    When did you start using antidepressants?

    2016. 

    In early 2014, I noticed that I wasn’t happy and didn’t have the motivation to work or do menial things like taking a bath. Because there was no cause, I decided to speak to someone and they said I might have a mental illness and might need to speak with a professional. The first professional I attempted to speak with asked me if I’d tried Jesus. 

    Ugh. How did that make you feel? 

    I wasn’t going to go back to  religion, so I moved on. Then in 2016, I met a therapist and was told I was depressed — my first official diagnosis. They put me on medication, but I stopped in 2017, after about a year. When I stopped, I found out that I was disillusioned with life. So I started again in 2018. 

    Are you currently on antidepressants?

    Nope. This may sound narcissistic, but I don’t want to be addicted to feeling normal just because I’m taking pills everyday. I want to feel normal because I’m feeling normal. I want to be able to have sex normally. I stopped in April 2019. Then in July, I started again because I started to feel like shit, but then I recently stopped again.  

    Growing up, what were some of the interesting things you heard about sex?

    My mum is a nurse, so I knew about sex from a very young age. I grew up around old WHO and UN posters and materials on safe sex. But my exposure to porn and commercial sex was through an uncle. One day, he took me to his friend’s house. This was 2004. There were a lot of young people in the house watching porn. The TV was faulty, so part of the screen was blue, and for a long time, I assumed that was why porn was called “blue film”. 

    I watched with them and I felt super funny. I don’t know if I liked it or didn’t like it. At this point, I have to mention that I don’t watch porn now. The writing is shit. 

    And oh. I just remembered something. 

    What’s that?

    When we were younger and lived outside the country, there was this Congolese-Nigerian housekeeper that assaulted me. Her and her boyfriend. She worked for my family friend as a live-in maid. So anytime my sister and cousins went over to that family friend’s house, and there were no adults, this woman would take me aside and do stuff to me. I was about seven years.

    So sorry you had to experience that. 

    Yes. I cannot say how this experience affected me, but it did. For years after, I couldn’t stand it when people touched me. But that’s just a tiny bit of it. 

    What are myths you heard about sex growing up?

    The whole ‘you are bound to someone spiritually’ when you have sex with them. I don’t think God cares about what we do with our penises or vagina. I think that religion was created to stifle people — more women than men.

    Let’s talk about your favourite sexual position.

    I enjoy getting ridden and doggy. I like to give head and finger my partner. I’m super interested in my partner’s body moving, quaking and shaking. It’s because I feel like I’m going to be a disappointment, since my head can just go ‘we are not doing again’, so I’d rather the person be satisfied. 

    Most embarrassing sexual experience? 

    My most embarrassing sexual experience was one time when I was arrested with my friend on campus. The security said we were having sex, but we hadn’t even entered half base. We slept overnight behind the counter. When they called my roomates and said I was having sex in public, they said it wasn’t possible. I hadn’t had sex at the time. 

    What’s sex like for you these days?

    Sex these days is extremely non-existent. I haven’t done it in months. Not because I haven’t been in a relationship in over a year. I can have sex outside of a relationship — as long as I’m friends or have a connection with them and it’s protected. 

    What’s your overall opinion about sex?

    Sex is a sin and a crime and they should ban it. Hahaha. To me, sex is the ultimate display of affection, proof of love. I don’t think it should be taken lightly. I think it’s something that should be shared with people you really care about. Love comes in different ways. It is something I can only share with people I have thorough affection for. 

    Future of sex for you?

    I think I’m going to get married and have kids someday and when I have them, I would have all the types of conversations about sex. It won’t be ‘don’t have sex’. My parents have negative attitudes towards sex. They feel like once you start having sex, you don’t have a future. I’ll tell my children to not necessarily rush into it because everyone is doing it. I’ll tell them to do it when they’re ready. I’ll tell them about safe sex. Children are not beasts of burden; the military way my parents raised me doesn’t work.

    How would you rate your sex life?

    I can’t even lie, maybe 2. If I start having sex again, that would probably change.