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I don’t want to call it CSA
My culture gives us very specific narratives of sexual violence — a short script, narrow roles, cardboard characters with tightly scripted lines that don't account for the diversity of reality. Any deviation from the imposed mold feels "fake." The way I figure, the more you hear the real stories that don't follow that short script, the easier it might be discard it altogether.
the trauma i never knew i had: navigating childhood trauma 29 years after the fact
This post is by Vesper, reposted here with the permission of the author. You can read the original post here. content warning: explicit talk of childhood sexual abuse & religous trauma without going into detail; explicit mentions of acephobia, biphobia, homophobia this is one of two posts that i’m going to [...]
Bi/pan, trans, mental illness, and autism intersections in my abuse.
This is a guest post for our intersectional ace survivor story series by someone who wishes to remain anonymous. Please respect their privacy and do not speculate about their identity. Trigger warnings: intimate partner abuse, gaslighting, invalidation of ace identity, mentions of CoCSA and parental abuse, personality disorders […]
Intersections: Being a Disabled, Non-Binary, Autistic, & Ace Survivor
Being non-binary makes things really hard. Almost all of the help for victims of sexual assault are gendered. The general mental health care professionals are fine with my asexuality at first — but as soon as I bring up what happened it becomes something to be cured.
Guest post from Albion
This is the story of the most difficult thing I've ever done.
survivour ace – ace survivour?
I had no other way to frame my experiences but to think that it was all caused by the trauma - I even feared I might be traumatised before I remembered anything, simply because I didn’t know my aro-aceness could have been “caused” by anything else.
When Your Rapist is Your Girlfriend
The thing that is always going to kill me about what happened to me is that I did everything “right.”
Hyper-kink-mode
It’s a weird feeling, to suddenly need certain kink things, to have a sudden craving so strong it suggests sometimes dangerous lengths and abandonment of boundaries and safety practices. I never know how long these things’ll last. Sometimes it’s just a day, sometimes it’s months. And it sure doesn’t feel like it will ever stop. (It’s everywhere and everywhen, how could it stop?) And it can be years in-between, and I can forget how to handle them, get out of practice, lose all my contacts and coping strategies. I don’t expect it to happen again.
a revolution for the crooked souls.
I’m a “bad” rape victim. A Model Rape Survivor doesn’t know her attacker. My rapist is essentially a stranger to me, but that night was not the first time I had met him. She is dressed modestly and cannot be held responsible due to those clothing choices. I wore one of my shortest dresses and no bra when I walked into his apartment. She’s virginal and chaste, only doing the appropriate sexual things with appropriate people. I considered myself a virgin at the time, though I’m sure other people might disagree, but I’d gone to his place to mess around in the first place.