the whole ‘my life might have been a lie and the good things might be bad’ issue is HUGE here for me.
People who love sex get raped and abused, too.
No CSA, here. And no child abuse. And I loved sex before I was raped. And used sex as a coping mechanism
after I was raped. Replacing every bad memory with 1,000 good ones. Regaining my sense of self & control. Relearning how to trust. Connecting with people. Blowing off steam. Stress management. Fun. Did being raped change my sex life? Absolutely. Not in a bad way. Or, at least, if we’re running numbers... maybe 86% in good ways, 14% in ways I had to -chose to- work around, deal with, etc. I don’t have to be grateful for being raped, to dig & be grateful the 86%. Because I love sex. Always have. Probably always will. Not entirely dissimilar to I HATE being pregnant, and giving birth blows, but that doesn’t mean I love my baby any less. Lots of amazing things are preceded -or even depend on- terrible things happening, first. It doesn’t make them a lie, or less amazing... nor does it make the terrible thing good or even better.
Another thing to consider?
Lying - knowing what the truth is, and deliberately decieving yourself/others
Being wrong - believing something that isn’t true
Learning - not knowing the whole truth... yet. Or even any of it. Yet.
Are 3 VERY different things.
For your whole life to have been a lie? First you’d have had to completely understand the truth, from day 1, and deliberately set out to deceive. Which isn’t what happened. Couldn’t have even been possible, as a kid. At worst? You were wrong. But probably? You’ve been learning. Who you are. What you love/like/shrug/dislike/hate. What you admire/respect/question/disavow/stand against.
I DO understand the chicken&egg “What IF?” questions. We’re hardwired to do that. It’s part of learning / cause&effect. If the burner is red, it’s hot, don’t touch it. But what if it’s black? Is it still hot? If you used a hot pad, would you still get burned? <<< and a thousand variations keep us alive as a species. But? There are a lot of things we’ll simply never know. Because they didn’t happen that way. Would I still have enlisted if I hadn’t grown up in the military? Would I still have gone to school for archeology if I’d never watched Indiana Jones? If I’d married G, if I’d left J, if C hadn’t died, if I’d said yes instead of no, if I’d gone here instead of there...
What IF? Didn’t happen. It’s not a real place. So I try not to go there.
Would I love sex as much as I do if I’d never been raped? Shrug. No idea. I could say “yes” because I loved sex before being raped, but I know a helluva lot of people who also did, and hated it after, just like I know people who loved it the same/more/less after. Ditto I know people who loved it in the early days, and are bored by it in later days. So I really have no idea what I’d be like if my life had happened differently. But that doesn’t make loving sex a lie. The opposite, really. Because the what if’s aren’t real, and my actual life IS real.
My 2.02