“I grew up in the belief that sex
was dirty. It was spoken of only
behind the boy’s lavatory at school
or written with chalk on a wall.
“I can remember getting a hiding
from my mother when I was about
four for doing a super drawing
of a man with no clothes on –
he was standing there absolutely
naked and urinating – and my
mother didn’t like it.
“When I was ten or 11 my mother
decided I should see her naked
to let me know it was all natural
and everything – and we had baths
together. But it was too late by
then. It just used to embarrass me.
“Then my mum brought me a book about
what any young boy should know and
she stayed in the room while I tried
to read it, but I was just too
embarrassed and couldn’t wait
to get out of that room.”
– Rolf Harris, TV Times, c1974