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It’s not funny anymore.

Growing up, my dad treated anything related to intimacy like a punchline. He mocked seriousness, brushed off sensitive questions with jokes, and acted like caution or vulnerability were embarrassing.

Because of that, I never felt safe talking to him about what was happening to me. If I couldn’t speak honestly with my own father, I assumed nobody else would understand either. So I stayed silent for a long time.

Now that I’m farther away from those experiences, I see that constant irreverence differently. The jokes weren’t harmless to me. They taught me that sincerity and safety would always be dismissed.