I haven’t slept in about 20 hours so this may not make much sense, but I’m going to go for it anyway. After reading another blog last night I have been plagued by the question as to why there is so much guilt when it comes to sex.
As a sexual abuse survivor I carry guilt (and I am getting better about letting that go) with me because I did not stop what was happening to me. I know consciously that I was a child and not in control, but because of the head games my grandfather played with me I felt like it was my fault and that I could have stopped it.
For many years I could perform oral sex but could not stand to have oral sex done to me. It would cause flashbacks and I would have panic attacks. I would get very embarrassed by the topic and could not discuss it in any way. I will say that I have mostly defeated the guilt and shame I associated with oral sex. Step one, I would say all the words I could think of out loud: blow job, eating out, sucking cock, carpet munching. I would say the words over and over again until they were just words with no more significance than apple or door or pizza. Step two was much harder. When my husband was performing oral sex on me I had to focus on anything that would distract me from thoughts of what was happening. I would stare at something on the wall for a while. I would focus on the feeling in my toes. I would feel the sheet beneath my body. Eventually I could allow myself to feel what he was doing to me. After a while, I realized that it actually felt good. Now I enjoy it very much. Don’t get me wrong, this took years of work. And it was all the more difficult because I kept what I was feeling from my husband.
I have begun, at this point in my life, to feel more comfortable in my own skin. I care less and less about what others think of me. I am who I am and, honestly, I’m not so bad…most of the time. But why all this guilt and shame and embarrassment over things that make our bodies feel good? Within the last several years I have begun to have fantasies that, at first, made me very uncomfortable. When I finally worked up the courage to ask my husband how he felt about some of these things, I felt silly for having felt perverted and wrong. I will be blunt here, because I don’t want anyone imagining something worse than it actually is. I was curious about anal sex and wanted to give it a try. I am also interested in trying a threesome, but my husband does not want to do that. Because I value my marriage so much and I love and respect my husband, I will not push the threesome issue (although it is fun to tease him about it). Anyway, after trying anal sex and discovering that, in the right mood, I enjoy it, I have to wonder why there is so much guilt associated with it.
There are many things that our culture considers taboo and if you do them, then you are perverted or whatever the choice word of the decade happens to be. Is this because of morality imposed by organized religion? Maybe. Although God made our bodies to enjoy these things, so I personally don’t buy that. Is it because a group of people (okay so it’s a large group) look down on people who do and enjoy these things? Probably. Peer pressure and social standing matter to many. No one likes to be the recipient of pointed fingers, snickers, and whispers. Personally, I think if you are in a healthy relationship whatever you do in your bedroom is your business. As long as it’s consensual, if it feels good, don’t let it make you feel bad later.
Having been sexually abused, I think I was trained to feel horrible after any sexual encounter. It took years and years before I truly enjoyed sex and I’m just now beginning to be comfortable with my own sexuality and experimentation. I try to be very open about sex because I feel if it’s kept in the dark that’s like saying it is something to be ashamed of. And I refuse to be ashamed anymore. And if I can’t convince myself of that, well I fake it until I believe it.
Okay, I’m not sure how much of that made sense. Like I said before, I haven’t slept. But it’s just one of those things I wanted to put out there.
Oh, and one other thing. I have learned how to tell my husband “no” when I’m not in the mood. I can do it without guilt. He loves me for myself and not for the sex I give him. That one took a loooooong time, but I am a stronger person for it.