DD was allowed at age nine. She’s shrewd and socially aware, so I reckon maybe not until they’re old enough that you can have a frank conversation about the risks, what should and shouldn’t be happening on sleepovers, and what would be an immediate ‘middle of the night phone-call’ problem, without it scaring them or them telling all the wee primary ones about molesters or whatever.
My parents didn’t allow me to stay overnight at anyone’s house as a child or adolescent, it caused me social problems, lots of friends couldn’t get their head round it and I was seen as really uncool. Also, I missed out big-time on bonding with my pals. My folks had similar fears to those alluded to here (abuse being largely unspoken but looming like Godzilla). They also tried to mitigate by hitting out with mad stuff like ‘their house might burn down while you’re in it.’
It pissed me off royally because it was so irrational (the car might crash while I’m in it, yet here I am on the motorway) and disproportionate to the risk. Statistically, it was highly unlikely every dad/brother was an abuser just waiting his chance with me, and all my pals’ loving, responsible mums didn’t seem too preoccupied by the idea they were blithely sending their daughters off to get molested of a Saturday night.
That said, I do totally sympathise with my parent’s fears (my job is related to child welfare and sadly sometimes criminal justice). Where we part company is that I have chosen not to centre those fears in the kids’ upbringing. I do ask a lot of questions before they go to someone’s house (and after they get home) and always meet the parents. I also make sure my kids know where they might be at risk, what’s not okay and that they can call/tell me anything, anytime, without fear of judgement or getting in any trouble. I do know bad stuff could still happen, but I can’t let that run me, or them.
So, fingers crossed.