When you were a child, did you have any questions you didn't dare ask?

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No, but I usually angered certain relatives with my questions about God/Jesus/church/etc.

No.

Yes. I had a half brother and sister that I didn’t understand. Why were they half? I was 6 years old and can still remember asking my half brother why he was half. He told me to ask my parents. I was afraid to. I don’t remember why.
I never saw them again after that summer.

I never asked my mother or my father how the domestic violence began, or why it was allowed to continue so long.

I don’t think I ever asked anyone a single question about sex. It was either volunteered, experienced, or intuited. Likely I equated sex and violence, since the room I shared with my brother was only separated from my parent’s by 2 thin sheets of plywood paneling.

I never asked why my father only had one acknowledged living relative, aside from his mother.

I never asked why my mom’s only acknowledged surname relative was her mother.

I never asked why my mom’s mom never re-married, even though her husband died in the early 40’s and she in the 80’s.

Guess I have largely lived my admonition, “If you don’t want to know the answer, don’t ask the question.”
Somehow, early on, I learned that there were things I don’t really need to know. Like sex, they will be volunteered, experienced, or intuited.

My question list is not a list of regrets, but a list of things I can’t believe I had the prescience not to ask.

The nerve of you, asking that question!

I don’t dare tell you the answer.

I never asked anyone why Gods look so much like human even though they are supposed to be mystical and extraodinary, not to mention some of them are not from Earth.

I never asked my 2nd grade teacher why she used a 3rd grade book and taught us like we were in 3rd grade.

I never asked why some people learn a lot about morality yet they are still an ass.

Yes. It was about menstruation. It seemed like a taboo subject, even with two sisters 6 and 14 years older than me who never mentioned it. I had to learn about it from a friend. Even then, it was a shock when I had my first period. The sex education classes were a joke; too late and far too little detail.

Yes what was in the banks storage container that was salvaged when my grandpa died.

I didn’t ask about my mother who died when I was young. I don’t recall making a conscious decision not to ask questions, I think I just instinctively knew it was a painful topic and so I didn’t.

Why do the most sick and perverse thoughts arouse me?

Sick and perverse according to who?

You missed the conversation in the watering hole.
I got this idea in my head that my dad was in the CIA when I was real little. I don’t remember why. Maybe I saw a movie with an agent with the same name or something. Anyway, I never asked, or mentioned it because I thought I was keeping his secret.

“Mommy, do you spit or swallow?” :(

can’t think of any.

Please sir, I would like some more.

my generation children were “seen but not heard”. I never asked anything but always kept my ears open and my mouth shut. you actually learn a lot that way.

The religious sect I was raised in believes that there is no “soul” in the conventional sense of a spirit that survives death; yet they believe in resurrection, which they interpret as a hi-fi reconstitution by God of the person exactly as they used to be (minus the imperfections).

At some point in my youth, it occurred to me that these were incompatible beliefs. Whatever “Me, v 2.0” would appear down the road would be nothing more than a copy that, while he might consider himself to be picking up life where I had left off, would be me in appearance only.

This was a very dangerous thought. I felt that I had discovered a fatal flaw in the one of the cornerstones of the whole belief system, and this was a belief system that tied me to most of my family and friends. Ideally, I would have been able to approach one of the leaders in the group and discuss this, but I was absolutely convinced that there could be no satisfactory resolution. I would get some kind of “With God, all things are possible” answer, and if I didn’t just accept that, I would be thenceforth somewhat suspect. So to ask the question would be to put most of my social connections on the line. I was too young and dependent to do that.

I stifled the question, but it didn’t go away. It was the beginning of much more questioning to come.

I’m sorry I missed the discussion. This thread has been extremely interesting to me – thanks, everyone!