

it sounds like you’re saying you have a kink, right?
Pretty much, but my kink is literally just being held and playfully overwhelmed with kisses. My brain would constantly tell me that I’d never be able to find a partner because the thing that turned me on was too childish and female-dominant. I started feeling better than I realized that I likely only felt so much shame about this because of my parents’ contempt for giving comfort and affection, coloring the act as taboo.
One of the things that kept me stuck here for so long was the belief that most men were just as violent as my dad and brother were. I took men being physical as evidence that they would kill people who made them angry. Since Dad constantly threatened my life whenever I did something he didn’t like, I assumed that men outside would just kill me since there aren’t any family ties (which I thought was the only reason my dad spared me).