Rose White
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The hysterectomy thread got me thinking about csa and gender. And I realized there isn’t a thread for it.
I don’t even know how to start this conversation. Something like, if you experienced csa and you also experience gender differently than your assigned sex at birth, would you like to share your story or join in a discussion about it?
I’ll go.
My dad did csa to me when I was a baby and toddler. My first sexual attraction was to women who were way older than me and one of them csa’d me when I was a teen. I came out as a lesbian at age 18 and dated a girl my age. Then she broke my heart and I thought men would be easier. I had a series of boyfriends including a man almost the age of my dad. Got married mid-20s to an older man who was extremely jealous and wanted me to look like a boy so that I was less attractive to men. My csa was repressed and I wasn’t conscious of it until around age 40. While married, my parents lived with us. I began to fantasize that I was a man more and more until I couldn’t orgasm without the fantasy of being a boy/man. And then it became sort of entrenched. I dressed masc all the time and my husband loved it. After I became conscious of the csa I no longer wanted to be a man because I realized that I had a female body and since recovery was all about self-acceptance I figured I should accept my female body too. I barely dated (men and women but always very short term) until 6 years after the divorce. I thought I had accepted my female body, even though I still fantasized about having a penis in order to orgasm by myself. I finally started dating someone where it lasted a while—about 9 months—and it turned out that he was attracted to trans women (in addition to cis women) and then my longing for a penis went through the roof and every time we had sex I felt like a failure because I don’t have a penis. It’s awful. The feeling. Because it feels so visceral and shameful to not have one. It feels bizarre to say in the light of day but inside my head it seems like such an important thing. And getting surgery wouldn’t solve it because I want the real thing—to be a boy fetus and develop through puberty and everything connected, the brain and glands and muscles etc. But I don’t care about dressing masc anymore. I dress pretty gender neutral most of the time: jeans and t-shirt or long grey/black skirt and t-shirt, no makeup.
I’m working on it in psychoanalysis. It’s like I want to *be* my dad and do it right. “Have a penis the right way.” *sigh* It’s so hard to get through this stuff.
I don’t even know how to start this conversation. Something like, if you experienced csa and you also experience gender differently than your assigned sex at birth, would you like to share your story or join in a discussion about it?
I’ll go.
My dad did csa to me when I was a baby and toddler. My first sexual attraction was to women who were way older than me and one of them csa’d me when I was a teen. I came out as a lesbian at age 18 and dated a girl my age. Then she broke my heart and I thought men would be easier. I had a series of boyfriends including a man almost the age of my dad. Got married mid-20s to an older man who was extremely jealous and wanted me to look like a boy so that I was less attractive to men. My csa was repressed and I wasn’t conscious of it until around age 40. While married, my parents lived with us. I began to fantasize that I was a man more and more until I couldn’t orgasm without the fantasy of being a boy/man. And then it became sort of entrenched. I dressed masc all the time and my husband loved it. After I became conscious of the csa I no longer wanted to be a man because I realized that I had a female body and since recovery was all about self-acceptance I figured I should accept my female body too. I barely dated (men and women but always very short term) until 6 years after the divorce. I thought I had accepted my female body, even though I still fantasized about having a penis in order to orgasm by myself. I finally started dating someone where it lasted a while—about 9 months—and it turned out that he was attracted to trans women (in addition to cis women) and then my longing for a penis went through the roof and every time we had sex I felt like a failure because I don’t have a penis. It’s awful. The feeling. Because it feels so visceral and shameful to not have one. It feels bizarre to say in the light of day but inside my head it seems like such an important thing. And getting surgery wouldn’t solve it because I want the real thing—to be a boy fetus and develop through puberty and everything connected, the brain and glands and muscles etc. But I don’t care about dressing masc anymore. I dress pretty gender neutral most of the time: jeans and t-shirt or long grey/black skirt and t-shirt, no makeup.
I’m working on it in psychoanalysis. It’s like I want to *be* my dad and do it right. “Have a penis the right way.” *sigh* It’s so hard to get through this stuff.