I was talking to my partner at the weekend about how many people I have slept with. I actually don't remember but, as I told him, I know it was 12 by the time I was aged 20 because that is what I told my boyfriend of the time, when we first got together.
I have never been ashamed of my sexual history. When I mention it or think about it, it is with a general feeling of having had a good time. I've had lots of good sex with nice people and three generally happy long term relationships. I am 50.
Today I suddenly thought - who were those first 12?
What I have recalled has shocked me. It's an ugly list, starting with "sex" with a 20 year old man when I was only 14. Unlovely sexual experiences with teens who told the whole school. Being badly bullied for being a "slag" but carrying on, without pleasure or joy. An abusive year long relationship aged 16 with a 19 year old who crushed my confidence, isolated me from my friends and was violent on one occasion. An "affair" aged 18 with my 38 year old head of sixth form.
Thankfully something switched at that point. My inner resilience and confidence, utterly lost to my teen years but reclaimed as a young adult, kicked back in. The pattern did not continue.
I consider myself self aware and am dumbfounded by what my mind has buried for decades. Perhaps it is because my son is nearly a teen and I have been thinking of myself at his age.
I feel sad for what I did to myself then (or for what others did to me and how I just accepted it as my due). I am sad about how little I liked or valued myself.
Just wanted to share as I think it is too heavy a topic to raise with my partner. I have never told a soul about most of it. My parents had no clue. I imagine my experiences were not uncommon for teen girls and certainly many fared much worse than me.