Summer camp is a special experience for kids and teens. In an era when the average American child spends 53 hours a week in front of a screen, summer sleepaway camp is a vital antidote. At camp, our children are forced to put away their devices and try new activities, make new friends, and step out of their comfort zone to discover abilities they never knew they possessed. Well-known psychologists endorse summer camp as an experience that builds resilience, setting the stage for success in the future. There are many benefits to overnight camp, but why would you choose to send your daughter to a girls-only camp? Surrounded by peers in the supportive, inclusive atmosphere of camp, girls can find the confidence to step out of their restrictive shell and push their limits. We support girls in this process — whether it is jumping into deep water for the first time, zip lining off the Adventure Park or getting on stage to perform in front of people. Camps allows girls to discover a different side to their friendships, a side where they support each other. Girls can scream their hearts out cheering each other on and encourage their new friends to push their limits. As many of us know, sleepaway camp friends can be the best and longest-lasting friends we posses.
Discussing Sex at Camp
Wild Packs work with a whole host of different camps, but we often get questions from applicants about what life at a single sex camp is like, both for the staff and for the kids. Of course there are pros and cons for just about every type of camp, and naturally some applicants and campers will be better suited to a certain type of camp. I firmly believe in the power of camp, and for me part of that was watching campers and staff be empowered to take on the world in an environment that nourishes, celebrates achievements and allows some separation from the everyday societal pressures on females, both as children, teens and adults. It was empowering seeing staff female staff driving speedboats, teaching football, organising four day hikes. It was so refreshing to watch a group of females challenge themselves, own their accomplishments and be celebrated and uplifted by other females. We had socials with them, days off, evenings off etc. Speaking to my friends at our brother camp they always loved how the boys could focus on their lessons, friendships and overall time at camp without the pressure of consistently acting a certain way around the girls, and the feeling was mutual on our side of camp too.
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Over the years, I have called it an "inappropriate relationship. I never called it sexual abuse, because it felt like an overly dramatic Oprah-ization of what happened. The word "abuse" seems to imply victimization and has always made me uncomfortable in this instance. Until now, I have been far too politicized to admit the chief reason I never called it sexual abuse in spite of the fact that it would be considered as much from both a criminal and a clinical perspective. The real reason is because I believed I asked for it. The summer I turned 12, I went to sleepaway camp. I shaved my legs for the first time, dumped Sun-In in my hair and tanned with baby oil. I had my first boyfriend -- a skinny, freckly arrogant kid a year my senior who took me for two paddle boat rides and then broke up with me, declaring me a prude and, I was sure, ruining my romantic life forever. I turned from real life to fantasy, and eschewed the hazardous boys my own age in favor of a secret crush on Nathan, the year-old swimming counselor. Nathan was sarcastic and slouchy and unusually stylish for a camp full of spoiled East Coast Jewish kids.
For parents, sending a teen to summer camp must be a deal with the devil: You get a break from caring for your angsty kid, but in exchange, you live with the knowledge that little Madison might suck a dick this summer. Communal sleeping, shared showers, and minimal supervision — often at the hands of slightly older and even hornier youths — add up to a pressure cooker of hormones, humiliation, awkward fumbling, and memorable discoveries. Lauren was the alpha girl of my cabin. She was cool and tough and came from New York and had a Beastie Boys cassette. When she stole my pink training bra, I was kind of honored.