Abuse and trauma survivor - these are my stories in no particular order. Content warnings and triggers everywhere. Adult blog; 18+ only.
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I Bet She Was Asking For It.
I bet she was asking for it.
I mean, you can totally tell it's what she actually wanted. Her mouth was saying no, but the bruises on her skin where he grabbed her and held her against her will were saying yes.
Seriously @staff - why do i have to keep doing this?
I am a survivor of domestic violence. I am a survivor of sexual violence. I have said " let go of me" and been ignored. Stop showing me abuse and calling it sexy.
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Dirt.
There are still secrets of his I keep under lock and key. Not abuse stuff. Health things. Quirk things. Embarrassing things. The type of stuff you only discover when you live with a person and you see them at their most vulnerable.
I’ll take these things to my grave because I respect that bond we had. I am not sure he’s offering me the same courtesy.
Part of my healing has been coming to terms with that.
I try to explain this to people. They say they understand, but they don't really get it.
This time last year he took another woman to St. Lucia. I paid for between 60 and 70% of this trip.
It was supposed to be ours.
I've just impulsively installed Tinder. Someone talk me out of this.
Humiliation in parts - Part Three
TW - named body parts, reference to sexual act. Too much personal information. Not enough tagging. Or something.
On top of my smell, he got on my case about how hairless my vulva was. If he noticed there was a hair left he would draw attention to it and try to imply that I did not know what I was doing.
He hated razor bumps or ingrown hairs. He’d point them out. He would be grossed out. He would be turned off. He would stop whatever it was that we were doing so I could “go fix it.”
He’d regularly ‘inspect’ me before he would proceed with any sort of sex act . I don’t mean looking at me hungrily, lovingly or longingly, I mean basically giving me a pelvic exam. Sometimes I couldn’t even find whatever it was that he was complaining about; I think he was just trying to make me uncomfortable.
If there was any grooming out of place I’d never hear the end of it.