I never accused him of sexual assault. But when I described our dynamic to him and the implications became clear, he grew upset at the way it sounded. He told me I was accusing him of something serious. He was shaken not because it dawned on him that he might be a sexual abuser, but because he feared that I would paint him as one.
For once in my life, I'm no longer trying to chase the future.
An excerpt from my journal entry on April 24, 2023.
Resources online tend to paint vaginismus as a rare condition. But after opening up to more people about it, I've found numerous women who suffer the same symptoms.
One day in kindergarten, I chose to pee in my seat because the prospect of asking to use the bathroom was too terrifying for me to handle.
A really embarrassing poem about a three-day situationship from freshman year of college.
What I've never opened up about. Beware, it's a long one.