When I was around 18 and I started slowly accepting that I had been raped as a teen, I became certain that I wasn't actually gay but just traumatized. I was supposed to be straight or bi, but my trauma had broken me and ruined me forever. I was never gonna know true love or sexual fulfillment. Even though i figured out my homosexulity when I was around 12, which was before my trauma, this was the only possible explanation for me. It couldn't just be that I was naturally gay, I was just disgusting and broken, malfunctioning.
when I was deep in queer spaces in my early twenties, the genital preference debate prayed on that fear. I wasn't an actual lesbian, I was just penis repulsed due to trauma. I wasn't normal or healthy. Sex terrified me. I was on edge constantly and feeling guilty about everything
In my twenties when earlier trauma from my childhood resurfaced and almost drove me to the unthinkable, I started spiralling again. I was broken from the beginning. I wasn't gay, I was never gonna get married or start a family or anything. My own body disgusted me. I felt like a fraud. I dare I call myself a lesbian. I'm nothing.
I keep crying when I think about it. I scrutinized myself so much, I put myself on trial again and again and again AND AGAIN and for fucking what. For whose approval. When do I get to just exist and feel okay
I'm grown now and I'm on my way to fixing my relationship with my body. But I want to make amends with my heart too, but I don't know how. Intimacy still scares me, but what else is there. How do I fix myself
Damn can you believe I wrote all that because my PTSD recovery Marvel fanfiction started hitting a bit too close to home and I couldn't sleep at all?? I'm reaching new levels of fandompilled. Anyway I'm gay, I was born gay, I'll always be gay no matter what I've been or will be subjected to. The only requirement is exclusive same sex attraction and that's it. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. I love you lesbians





















