Some things in the world are private!
Whatever has my name-Julie-on it is mine.
That means don't touch and do not disturb,
unless I say you can.
"Nobody else uses my toothbrush,"
I told my brother Rob."It's private."
"Yuk,"he said. Who'd want to?"
Today a letter came for me!
Nobody else opened it. I got to do that.
A person's mail is private.
It was an invitation to Susan's birthday party.
Not even my dad knew what it was, until I told him.
At our house, when any door is closed,
it means, "Private! Please knock!"
My brother Rob has his own room. It's private.
He can look in the mirror
and comb his hair all day, if he wants.
My parents close the door to their room
If the door to my room is closed,
that means I want to be by myself.
I can read a book or watch my goldfish eat
or sit on the rug and do nothing.
My body is private, too.
My mom says that everything covered by my bathing suit-
my breasts, my vagina, and my bottom-is very private.
Nobody should should touch me in those places
unless there's a very good reason.
A boy's penis and bottom are very private too.
My baby brother's body is private,
but he still has to have his diapers changed and
he can't take baths by himself. Someone has to touch
the private parts of his body, to take care of him.
I'm not a baby anymore.
Most of the time I can take care of myself.
Sometimes the doctor has to touch
my bottom for a check-up.
But my mom asked him to tell me first
if he's going to do that.
My mom and dad say if anyone else starts
to touch me-anyplace-
and I don't like it,
I can say, "No!"
Most of the time I like to be touched.
Mom hugs me when I sit on her lap.
I cuddle my dog, Red. Red likes it, I can tell.
My baby brother likes to kiss me.
Dad and I like to dance.
He's teaching me the old-fashioned way.
I sit close to my babysitter for stories.
It makes the stories better, snuggling up.
And I like to hug my teacher.
But sometimes touching doesn't feel good.
Last night Rob tickled me more and more
until I could hardly get my breath.
At first it was fun.
But then my stomach started to hurt.
He had my arms pinned.
"Stop!" I said.
He kept right on. "Stop! Stop!" I yelled.
"Rob, stop it now," Dad said.
"Julie doesn't like it anymore."
"Aw, it's only a game," Rob said.
"In this family," Dad said,"with any kind of
if somebody says stop, that means stop."
"Okay, kid, you're free." Rob went off to do his
"Thanks, Dad," I said. He ruffled my hair.
I'm glad Dad made Rob stop.
I love my brother. But sometimes even your own family
and friends don't think how you might feel about touching.
Take Uncle Ted. He's my dad's brother.
He comes over to our house
and brings us peppermints, which I love.
But I don't want to get too close to Uncle Ted.
Uncle Ted used to sit me on his lap
and pat and rub my arms.
Pat, pat. Rub, rub. It didn't feel good.
And he smelled like tobacco.
After the last time Uncle Ted was here,
I asked my mom, "Do I have to let Uncle Ted
put me on his lap? I don't like it."
"Of course you don't have to," she said. "You can say
"But Uncle Ted will think I don't like him."
Mom frowned. "The important thing is your
Uncle Ted will understand.
I could tell him for you, but I think you can do it.
Just say," No, thanks, I don't want to."
The next time Uncle Ted came over,
he started to put me on his lap.
Out came his arm, curling toward me.
"No, thanks," I said. "I don't want to."
I stepped away. Uncle Ted stared at me.
My heart was pounding.
"Too big for me, huh?" he said.
He was smiling. "Okay,princess."
I couldn't believe it.
He didn't seem mad at all.
I didn't know I could make Uncle Ted stop.
But I could.
When he left, he patted my head
to show he was still my friend.
I talked to my mom about what happened.
"I'm proud of you, Julie, for sticking up
for you feelings,"my mom said.
"If you don't feel good about the way someone
is touching you, you can tell that person to stop."
"Did Uncle Ted do anything wrong, Mom?"
"No," she said. "He just didn't know how you
That's why you had to tell him.
But it would have been wrong if he kept on
touching you when you asked him to stop."
"And it's wrong if grownups or older kids try
to touch or rub the private parts of your body-
your breasts or your vagina or your bottom.
It's wrong if anyone says,
"Pull down your pants,"
or pulls down theirs,
or if someone wants to take a picture of you
without your clothes on."
"Ugh," I said. "Who'd ever try to do that?"
"It might be a stranger, or it might be
someone you know, like a babysitter, a teacher,
or a friend," Mom said, "or even someone
in our family. It probably won't ever happen.
You don't need to worry about it;
you just need to know what to do-
the way you know what to do if a fire starts."
"I'd get mad," I told Mom.
"I'd shout NO and run away."
"Good," she said.
"And you must come and tell me what happened.
Sometimes it's hard to make a person stop acting that way.
He or she might pretend it's a game or
say you'll get in trouble if you tell.
The person might try to scare you.
But if someone touches the private parts of your body,
I want to know. No matter how scared you are,
no matter who it is-I don't care if it's Santa Claus-
you tell me.
And if I'm not around, tell Daddy or your teacher
or some other grownup you trust.
If one person doesn't believe you, tell someone else.
Never be afraid to tell.
No matter what happened, it's not your fault.
You won't get into trouble."
"Mom!" I said. I'd never keep a secret like
"That's my smart girl,"Mom said.
"If you keep it a secret, no one can help.
Now hurry and get ready for bed."
I put on my nightgown and brushed my teeth.
Then Dad rode me piggyback to my room.
He pretended I was too heavy for him.
"Oooof!" he said.
"I think you're bigger than you were last night.
Pretty soon you'll be all grown up."
I am growing up.
I know what private means,
and I know what I'd do if someone tried
to touch the private parts of my body. I'd tell!
I gave my mom and dad a goodnight hug.
I'm glad most touching is good.
It's wonderful to throw your arms around people you love.
© 1984 By Linda Walvoord Girard
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