It's hard to want to fuck, even consensually, when you can't let your husband touch your genitals, because having your genitals touched feels like it did when your brother touched your genitals when you didn't want him to. It's hard to fuck my husband, because even though he is wonderful, my brother wasn't. And when I get horny, and my husband and I start to touch each other, sometimes I can't remember who is in bed with me, my brother or my husband.
When I was a little girl, my brother molested me on our living room couch. I used to pretend I was the wall. I would look away, and I was the wall, and this wasn't happening. He wasn't touching me there or licking me there. And I wasn't there either, because I was the wall.
Sex eludes me. As I understand it, some survivors turn nun-like, like I did, and some survivors fuck everything. Some survivors fuck everyone, because fucking strangers feels easier than being made to fuck your brother or step-father or whoever fucked you before you were old enough to consent to it. This is why you shouldn't fuck kids; it fucks with our sexuality, and fucks us for the rest of our life. No matter how old I am, I will always be the little girl who didn't want her brother touching her there.
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I am really thankful that you are in my life. Your words are strong but dealt with a kind heart. Thank you.
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