Speaking from my own experiences, being introduced to sex at such a young age served to teach me that it was the most sure fire way to connect to the male species and get various needs met.
I'd been taught that was the guaranteed way to please them, bring them joy, keep them happy, to get what I needed and wanted, and to maintain a certain level of security regarding my surroundings, such as having a place to live, food to eat, etc.
When sex has been presented and taught in that manner from our youth onward, it automatically renders us awkward in many ways and makes it even harder to gain our own identity back. Sometimes, we don't even feel we want it back because it's so foreign to us by that point and we struggle to recognize anything else in ourselves.
It often felt like a competition of sorts to try to win the affection and attention of a male, especially in a social setting, and it was my automatic default train of thought at the time, so I was hated by most other females more often than not, except for the few who wished to join in, and never had a chance to have close friendships with anyone coming from a healthier mindset than those who were more than okay continuing to use me in that manner. When you're hell bent on seduction, only those you're trying to seduce wish to hang around, it seems. Old "friends" used to place bets when we'd go to parties to see who all I'd sleep with by the end of the night.
I also remember getting most of my how-to tips regarding sex from porn movies/magazines/erotic literature and such. I never had a gentle kind lover, only fetish-fueled aggressive ones. And I was all about fueling the fires. If they didn't get into fetishes before they met me, I worked hard at introducing them. I thought you HAD to create the same noises, positions, fetishes, etc. to keep them happy, or else you'd be viewed as less than desirable. All I did was manage to keep attracting more devastating scenarios for myself, both short and long term, as I quickly learned if I even hinted at the ideas of cuddling and romance, they'd run like hell. I had to either up my seduction game, or keep feeling the shame of not feeling wanted, otherwise. It's how I tried to bury the feelings, I suppose.
That never shifted until after I'd experienced what felt like a total break down in all areas of my life and I felt like I was suffocating under a big ol' pile of shame from all of my life decisions, so it's hard to point to one specific thing that helped. I guess that served as my much needed distraction from my current destructive choices.
I went for a long time after that not dating and feeling pretty disgusted with myself, as well as the male species. I swore them off until a couple years later, out of the blue, when I randomly met my now husband, who was able to unknowingly and unintentionally help me nurture myself back to the real me, not the one I'd been taught to be by those sick bastards from my childhood.
I also had to do a whole heck of a lot of talk therapy work to help me sort all that shit out in my brain, as I found it super hard to process how a man could not constantly want all the fetish-fueled stuff I'd been so deeply immersed in. I struggled for a while thinking my husband must not be all that attracted to me if he didn't wish to constantly try certain things...but it was just the opposite...he valued me and my presence more than he valued an orgasm. Woah...that was foreign as f*ck to me and really hard to process and accept.
Wishing you peace of mind and feelings of comfort as you sort your way through your own mind and experiences while figuring out your own value.