How did you first discover your clitoris

When I was a kid, my mom had this book that was for teaching kids about sex and puberty. It had a diagram of the vulva with the clitoris clearly labeled. Underneath the diagram, it had an explanation of every part and what function it served. But the explanation of the clitoris was basically just "Girls and women are born with this" with no mention of what it did. I didn't think much of it at the time. In sex ed, the clitoris was never mentioned. It wasn't even labeled at all in the diagram they showed us. It wasn't until I learned what cunnilingus was (through a friend's graphic description) that I learned what exactly the clitoris was.

One of those true and hugely embarrassing stories from my past that I now find insanely funny! Setting the scene, picture a family camping trip when I was in the early days of getting used to this thing called a period in my preteens. I hadn't learned yet how one prepared for this monthly 'visitor" by making sure to have sanitary pads and perhaps an extra pair of underwear handy when the visitor was expected anytime soon. I'd had probably just a few periods in my life so far and likely not with the regular predictability timetable I came to know later in life. I had also never used a tampon before and was woefully ignorant of basic female anatomy other than as a drawing in that half hour school nurse sex ed talk. I'd never explored the reality of that drawing on my own body.

All that to say, I packed for this family camping event with no thought as to feminine hygiene supplies. You guessed it - my monthly visitor came as a bit of a surprise to me during the trip. Enter my mother - the one who gave me a pamphlet long ago and never wanted to actually talk about such matters with me. However, we had to have a conversation on this occasion - she very upset with me that I had not planned ahead for this by bringing a supply of sanitary pads with me on this trip. She had no pads, only tampons with her. So, time to get introduced to the tampon in a very personal way! To the campground bathroom the 3 females in our family made the trek. My little sister, age about 8 maybe, was posted on duty right inside the main bathroom entry door with instructions to alert my mom if ANYONE came in while my mother and I went in further around the corner to the individual stalls. My mother handing me the diagram and a tampon as she sends me solo into the stall. Mom stands on the outside of the stall door telling me OUTLOUD! that to find this elusive placement spot one has to feel around and spread the area near where one pees. She instructs me to use my finger to feel a bit and there will be a hole, larger than the pee hole where this tampon is supposed to go. With not less than a bit of inept fumbling the hole was found. Sometime during this process came company into another stall. Sister on sentry duty did her job and mom's instruction to me were to wait just a minute - don't say anything until danger had passed! Crisis finally averted as whoever it was left and somehow the next step of actually getting the tampon itself inserted happened with mom again giving instructions from outside of my stall. That step is lost in some sort of haze of my mind. Suffice it to say I discovered a bit more about female anatomy, about the fact that I had a clitoris, and about tampons. Later years have given me a thankfulness for the fact the a clitoris comes with a wonderful set of sensational abilities!

I assume its discovered early on in life without knowing what its purpose is. When little whether male or female we learn our bodies innocently with our hands. All we did was be fairly truthful when asked in age appropriate way and make it clear something to explore from privacy of own room.

In maybe… 9th grade? 15 or so? We had health class, and masturbation was “discussed”. In that the teacher very quickly said “it's okay if you touch yourself it's okay if you don't”. And I was just confused, a few days later touched between my legs, went “hm, interesting”, and probably got bored with it for a few months before I discovered porn and realized the “uncomfortable” feeling I felt between my legs while viewing things where people got tied up was actually “arousal”.

I'm sure I knew its existence as an organ a while before that, but shortly after that I mistook the hood for the urethral opening so who knows.

I cant remember a time when I did not play with it or have some one else tickle me down there.