my two cents worth
When I was that age, in a repressive southern Baptist hell fire and brimestone household, I
didn’t know what a penis was for, much less anything about size. I did not know there was even a difference in size.
I first discovered “myself” in pleaure when I was about 9 years old, but I thought I had cancer or something
when my uncut scegma came out and I remember thiniking I was different than other guys. I was
traumatized that I was the only one of my circle of friends who could not fit a truckstop condom on.
It shows you how ignorance and age mix together for bad, because I had a needless complex for years
and “feared” sex because I thought there was something WRONG with me in being too big. Don’t laugh,
I felt inferior when I should have felt superior. But none of this was relevant at age 7.
This “early intervention” could really cause a complex. Funny thing with me was I thought I was no
good and I was not popular with the girls and I grew up not getting dates, and my ignorance
was manifest in my life to come, because not only was I above average, I had the biggest penis
in my whole class and DIDN’T KNOW IF FOR OVER 40 YEARS LATER! I didn’t discover than some men
are much bigger until I was older, in my first marriage, even though girls had commented on it.
Now, THAT information would have helped me avoid a life of insecurity and inferirority. But, at age
15 or so, not age 7!
But I was the exception in all this. Once at that tender age the issue is broached it cannot be put
back in the bottle and unintended harm can occur that lasts a lifetime.
ADVICE: Wait until he has gone thru puberty, maybe even 16ish or so, and then have a talk.
Until recently, penis size was never an issue with anyone but the fartherest fringe of society. He will learn
much from his peers, women, and the internet, but please let him grow a bit physically and emotionally first.