I still remember what my mother said to me when I got a girlfriend. “Use a condom.” That was it. No pretending it wasn’t going to happen.
As for drugs, my family never liked them. They never told us kids, but my father had an issue with opiates that’s cost him his job and medical license. My older brother also had an issue with opiates.
I used to do a lot of research on erowid on drugs. Between my brother and I it was a lot of don’t be stupid, do your research on what’s safe and what interacts with each other, and stay away from opiates.
For the most part, it wasn’t talked about much in my family, other than my older brother my younger brother and I didn’t gravitate to them too much or hang with people who did. I ended up getting really into weed for a short time, because that’s where my ADHD hyper focus hobby was for a few months. Then I realized I didn’t like not being sober that much.
The only times I’m worried about a fight is if I’m somewhere and someone with a mental illness might start something. Like the other day on the train someone was yelling very loudly to the car in general and being aggressive to people.
I wanted to do anything but fight, but I was mentally prepping in case I had to protect my step daughter. I was so relieved when he eventually went to a different car. I was even thinking of getting off and waiting for the next train.