This morning I had a really impactful meeting with my counsellor.
It shouldn’t come as a surprise that I have very deep rooted issues surrounding intimacy, and I have an impossibly difficult time untangling my feeling of safety from my fear of being intimate with someone.
This post deserves a trigger warning so here it is. Please don’t read this if you feel like you could potentially be triggered, I want you all to stay safe and feel safe and if this post won’t help with that, please feel free to skip it.
“There is a strong difference between education and forcing a child to describe to them the sexual acts they carry out with their current boyfriend and or girlfriend”
I’m all for educating kids about how to have safe sex, 110%. Use all of the protection please!!! Condoms and dams, The pill, the patch, the ring, the shot or an IUD. Whatever you do, do it safely and consensually
But there is a major difference between telling your son or daughter to use a condom and asking them if they liked giving a hand job.
It’s taken me a painfully long time to understand this, and I think that it really only came in to focus for me today.
I have had a lot of really fucked up things happen to me, and my ideas and feelings about intimacy are very skewed. Quite frankly I’m fucking terrified to be with anyone because of the ways that my step father painted these acts to be. The way he pried at me to answer all of his inappropriate, disgusting questions. How uncomfortable that made me feel and the fact that he didn’t stop when I asked him to.
I have definitely come to realize this for myself, that I do need to work on this if I want to go on in life having meaningful relationships, which I crave so much.
I crave intimacy, and that’s okay.
I want to be held and have my hair brushed behind my ear so that you can kiss me on the cheek.
I want to be able to have you ask me what I like without me feeling like I have a film of scum covering my entire body.
I want to be able to separate my trauma from future life experiences.
I know that with time I will be able to, but it is so frustrating to live in a world where so few people will understand that I need time to even be able to be physically intimate (Which is how meaningful sex should be anyway???)
Five moths ago my counsellor told me that I should steer clear of relationships for a while, as I had been treating them like someone turns to alcohol when they’re hurting. I was doing the same thing, but seeking out a relationship to bury my resentment, my fear and the pain that I was experiencing.
Today she encouraged me to get out there and meet someone. She said that right now, it would be really healthy for me to find someone healthy and have fun with that person. She encouraged me to live the normal life that I want to live.
I’m so proud of that, because I did that for myself. I can tell that I’m getting better and I haven’t been able to say that for a very long time,
But there’s still a long way to go.
All my love,