When I try and remember what I was taught in sex education, all I can dredge up is a mental image of a plastic model uterus in bubblegum pink, complete with Velcro-on ovaries. Of course, that was back when sex education was basically biology.
We didn’t go into issues affecting lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender pupils, what constitutes harassment or discuss how to stay safe from online predators. We didn’t have to.
And, as a subject, SE certainly didn’t have the “Relationships and…” prefix it does now (RSE), the assumption being that, aided by your parents, you could probably navigate that more nuanced, delicate and impossible-to-teach side of life yourself.