I am an abuse survivor, but it doesn't affect me the way it's supposed to. I'm apparently supposed to be traumatized and need counseling, but actually, I'm fine. I'm actually married to a good guy who knows my past and we have 2 bulldogs. I work two jobs, one that pays and one for fun. Everything is all good for me, but my family and the friends that know think I should be a mess...

Maybe it's because I've been a sex object basically my whole life, idk. It started with a babysitter when I was 4 or so, and he didn't really do anything, he just had me get naked and show him my body. After a while, he got my cousins involved and we just showed off our parts to him and each other while he watched. It was smart because when we told our family when we were like 7, no one believed us. There weren't any "signs" at the time and people just thought the fact that we would just get naked and run around the house was normal for kids.

About 7 or 8 is when my half-brother started molesting me. He always made it a game, usually tickle fights or wrestling, but it would always end up with him feeling my pussy under my clothes or having me touch him. He was 13 when we started, so he knew better. It went on until I was about 12.

At 13, I started fooling around with random people and ended up getting into a tough situation with the boy down the street who was 15. He ended up forcing me to suck his cock and made me drink his cum. He pinned my face down so I was choking when he finished, but weirdly I'm very into that now. I started sucking all the boys cocks at that time and at 14, three brothers had me in their family's backyard farm and each took their turn unloading on my face. Their dad caught us and they told him it was my idea, which got me into a ton of trouble with my mom (no dad in my life). That's when her boyfriend used to take me aside for private time and I lost my virginity to this 40 year old man at 15 after learning all about male pleasure zones and how to use my mouth and hands.

At 16, I rebelled and moved out, living with my 20 y.o. cousin. She was doing drugs and I was the rebel punk kid at school, thinking I was cool, but one night when I was 17, we were high as fuck on a friday night, and she forced me to eat her out. I loved ever second of it, and so did she. We started putting on shows for her dealer who was 45 and the third time he pinned me to the couch and raped me hardcore while my cousin watched and smoked weed. It was only rape because I didn't actually consent, but that doesn't mean I didn't like it.

After that, I was an adult, and basically, I never say no to sex. There has never been a situation where I regret the encounter at all, thought there have been some awkward situations or very rough guys, but I've never felt like I was in danger... especially since I've usually been the one to be like "harder" when they think they are raping me.