Posted on 07/21/2014 11:58:26 AM PDT by Morgana
I never thought it would happen to me. I’m technologically savvy, hyper-vigilant about parental controls, and frequently check the search and browser histories of my kids’ electronic devices. As a writer for LSN, I’m more aware than most people of the filth that’s out there and the harmful effects it can have on a developing brain (not to mention a developing soul). So that’s why I was surprised and heartbroken the day I discovered my ten-year-old son had been watching hardcore pornography on his iPhone.
It was the first day of final exams. At the bus stop that morning, my son suddenly tossed me his phone. “Hey, I forgot, I can’t have this at school during testing week,” he said. “Can you go put it on the charger for me?”
As I caught the device, I realized that it had been a couple of weeks since I had checked his searches. With a busy senior in the house cramming for her AP exams and getting ready for prom, a fourth-grader frantically trying to bring up his Geography score after a failed state capitals test, and a kindergartener whose math homework consists of the sort of activities that eat up an hour of your night (Make a cutout of your foot. Use it to measure every room in your house in “feet.” No, I did not make that up), it had simply slipped my mind.
And I really felt I had no reason to worry – previous spot checks of his search history had turned up things like “what is the worst tasting drink in the world,” “why are farts so awesome,” and “giant ship from star trek into darkness.” This is a boy who blushes at the mere mention of the girl he likes, and who I was pretty sure was in danger of fainting the first time she grabbed his hand to hold. So, what I was expecting to find in his search history was a peek into the mind of an innocent and slightly geeky ten-year-old boy with an affinity for fart jokes.
What I found was a lot darker than that. As soon as I brought up the history, my stomach sank. The search terms told the story in stark, broken phrases – most of which I can’t even print here because they’re too explicit.
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” he said, between gasping sobs. “I wish I had never seen any of those things. I can’t get them out of my head. I want them out of my head. I don’t know what to do.”
It all started innocently enough – he apparently searched for an “underwear mod for Minecraft,” presumably because he thought it would be hilarious to see Steve walking around in his underpants. That seemingly innocuous search obviously brought up tangentially related results he wasn’t prepared to see, and his search terms quickly shifted in a more disturbing direction. “Naked people.” “Naked boys.” “Naked men.” “What is gay?” The browser history was even worse – search terms like that naturally led him straight to the bowels of the internet – including a porn video that traumatized me just by reading the title. I didn’t have the heart to watch it, but knowing my little boy probably had – I was shattered.
My heart broke for him as I realized what must have been going on in his innocent young mind. It all started with a relatively innocent search, and his curiosity took him from there. Unfortunately it took him to places he never wanted to go, and he was left wondering about his own sexuality just because he’d stumbled across some naked pictures on the internet.
When he got home, I sat him down and confronted him, gently, about what I’d found. He instantly broke down in tears, heaving sobs of the kind I hadn’t seen him cry since he was small enough to climb up onto my lap for comfort. At five feet-plus and 75 pounds, lap-sitting wasn’t an option, so I just gathered him into my arms and held him until he was calm enough to speak. What he told me broke my heart all over again. Advertisement
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” he said, between gasping sobs. “I wish I had never seen any of those things. I can’t get them out of my head. I want them out of my head. I don’t know what to do.”
We talked for a long time. I told him that what he had seen wasn’t normal, wasn’t real sexuality. I explained, for the first time, in explicit but appropriate terms, exactly what sex is and what it is for, and that it’s something God wants us to save for marriage so that all the babies who come from sex will have moms and dads to love them and raise them. I asked him if he thought he was gay. He said he didn’t know. I pointed out that all his crushes have been on girls, and that seemed to reassure him. I told him it was normal to be curious about people’s bodies and about sex, but that if he ever has questions, he needs to ask me or his dad, not Siri or Google.
He begged me not to tell his father – he was so sure he would be angry. I promised him he wouldn’t be. (My husband has had his own struggles with pornography in the past, and I knew he, of all people, would be sympathetic while also being able to convey just how damaging porn can be. Later that evening, they went for a walk and had their own long talk. It seemed to help.)
I told him that he was absolutely not in trouble, but that I would be taking his phone away until I could figure out how to protect him from ever seeing those things again.
It turns out that in iOS7, you can block explicit searches, so I upgraded his software from iOS6 and activated the stricter parental controls. (He has an iPhone 4S and hadn’t previously wanted to upgrade out of concerns about possible performance issues. That hasn’t been a problem, FYI. iOS7 runs fine on the older device.) I also installed a new browser on the phone that sends me daily reports of every site he’s visited, and double checked that his laptop computer’s safety controls were similarly up to snuff. (The laptop, surprisingly, has not been a problem – it turns out it’s much easier to control what he can access there than it is on a phone.)
Finally, I told my son that for at least a little while, I’d require him to be in the physical presence of a parent in order to use any internet-connected device, just so we can keep an eye on him and make sure he’s safe. To my surprise, he was absolutely fine with that – he seemed comforted, even.
The last thing I did was hand him a copy of The Boy’s Body Book. I explained that his body and feelings are about to start changing in big ways, and that the book would help him know what to expect. I told him we could read it together, or he could read it on his own, but that I would always be available to answer any question he has about sex or his feelings, and I will always tell him the truth, and he’ll never be in trouble for asking.
It’s been a little over two months now, and all is well. He’s gradually earned access back to his devices, although, I still require him to be in a public area while using them. I doubt he’ll go looking again for naked people for a long, long time. Advertisement
That doesn’t mean I won’t keep constant vigilance, though. I’ve learned my lesson.
For a good introduction to keeping kids safe online, check out “How to Childproof the Internet” at PCWorld.
Note: Abby Moore is a pseudonym for a LifeSiteNews writer who wishes to protect her family's anonymity.
I use my cell phone mostly for work-I text and make calls, and I do not have the internet enabled-if I need the internet at work, that is what a damn laptop is for.
If danger to the kid is a concern, then attach a tracking device to them-it can’t be turned into a dangerous toy...
It can be mitigated by setting up protections on your home network but phones come with Internet access through the telephone network which is outside of your home network. There is probably a way to control it though.
I image the simplest way to control it is to force all access through your home wifi network and not include your son or daughter on your dataplan. They really don't need Internet access on their phone anyway.
I had no air conditioning or cable TV until I was well into my teen years.
Web browsers are built into the XBoxes and Playstations.
That’s my take too. When I was ten, it was snooping in the neighbor guys toolshed for his playboy stash, but the point is, boys that age are damn curious, it’s just human nature. The thing is nowadays it’s way to easy to get “TMI” rather than the kind of nekkid pictures a 10 year old could process.
Doesn’t mean you didn’t have stuff you didn’t need. 90% of everything I’ve ever owned in my life, including growing up fairly poor, I didn’t NEED. Toys, books, gadgets, movies. Really if it doesn’t go in the dresser, fridge, or pantry we probably don’t need it, but there it is, we own it.
Yea right mom, keep believing that.
Any modern console allows you to browse the internet (if connected to the internet).
I tore pictures of toys out of the Sears catalogue and stuck them on a mirror with spit to play with them.
I did spend an inordinate amount of time across the street playing on a neighbors trampoline and porch.
Ahh yes the ever popular “I was sooooo pooooooor”. Meanwhile as an American you did then and still do now own stuff you don’t need. It’s just part of who we are and whining that somebody else has something they don’t need is hypocritical and silly.
First World Problems.
This is NOT a technology issue. This is an issue about children being curious and what we, as parents, do about it. When I grew up, it wasn't phones but nudie magazines. I'm sure before my generation it was something else. The curiosity will ALWAYS be there. So will the temptation. This isn't about technology.
BTW, this isn't directed at you but those who see technology as the issue.
“I had no air conditioning or cable TV until I was well into my teen years.
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Lucky you-—I didn’t have them until I was in my mid-forties.
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I never whined that somebody else has something they do not need. I do not think it is responsible parenting to give a 10-year old a “smart” phone is all.
Yes, but it was the 80’s already
The kids don't need a phone anyway-
I doubt he’s gay but he may be reacting to the multitude of messages he’s bombarded with on TV, movies, school and so forth.
That’s not what you said. You said what child needs a smart phone. That’ is whining about somebody else have having they do not need and says nothing about about responsible parenting.
What child needs a chainsaw? an Uzi? a Cessna?
The parent gave the child access to porn, is what happened. This is what the thread is about. Start from the top and read it again. This is not about a kid having something other kids do not have.
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