I really think feminism saved my life, and seeing as it was Mumsnet and these boards that introduced me to feminism, I want to say thank you to you all. (I've been lurking here for a long time now, and posted a few times under an old account)
When I was very young, I was abused by my dad, no one knew, but they did know I was his “favourite” and I was the one told off for that and made to feel bad. Growing up, I thought all I had to offer was the way I looked, I tried to be one of the “cool” girls, a man pleaser etc. When I went off sex with my first long term partner I thought that was because there was something wrong with me – he was an abusive idiot though so I didn’t question my perceived flaws too much.
My second partner, I also went off sex with, I blamed myself for this, thought I was broken somehow and he seemed to agree. He was a good guy after all, so it must have been me that was messed up…. It’s only now I see that most women would have gone off sex with him, he had a fetish for latex, he couldn’t cum unless I was dressed up in the stuff, and if I was, he’d cum in seconds with no concern about my pleasure. He wouldn’t give me oral or even touch me with his fingers because he found it a turn off! It was all about his pleasure. I blamed myself for not being desirable enough when I often woke up in the night to him franticly wanking in the bed next to me over his fetish porn mags.
My third partner was even worse. He didn’t have a lot of real life experience, so had developed a heavy porn habit instead. He demanded dirty humiliating pictures all the time, that I wear certain clothes, that I do certain things for him. His obsession with porn was vile, were talking animals, “stretching”, his idea of talking dirty was telling me to imagine my family watching me have sex (he felt this appropriate even though he knew that my Dad had abused me). He said he was kinky and open minded, I felt I had to keep up to somehow prove my worth. God that makes me cringe now. The funny thing is, I always thought of myself as strong and a bit gobby yet I accepted this behaviour as normal, and the crazy thing is, I think he did too. He wasn’t a monster, he had some amazingly good qualities, but when it came to sex, he was messed up. I was a let down in bed to him because again, I went off sex. I blamed myself, was convinced there was something wrong with me for not wanting it. When I did start to ask for a more simple, straight forward kind of sex to try and get me back into it, he would moan and roll his eyes, and although eventually agree, during, he would always change things round and introduce something gross to satisfy himself.
It was only when I found these boards that I began to have my eyes opened. I’m disgusted with how little respect I had for myself, but I’m even more disgusted now at how much entitlement all these men, men who loved me, had to my body. There wasn’t anything wrong with me, it was them. I see that now, and it’s thanks to you, all of you. You’ve opened my eyes not just to how damaging porn is, or how entitled some men feel to women’s bodies, but to the whole world of sexism. That’s hard to deal with sometimes and it can be overwhelming, but I also know now that I’m not broken, or damaged, there is nothing wrong with me, and that has made me stronger and able to carry on.
Thank you. xx