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I’m 18F, and I’ve struggled with relationships since I was 14. I’m sharing this because I know some people may relate, and because I’ve been thinking a lot about how trauma affected not only my mind, but my body.
My first relationship was abusive—sexually, physically, emotionally, and mentally.
I’ll call my first boyfriend “Masen.” We were together in sixth grade, so it was not a serious relationship in the normal sense, but the way he treated me was serious. He was unstable and manipulative. He pressured and forced me into sexual acts over FaceTime, and when I did not do what he wanted, he would bully and humiliate me. That relationship contributed to self-harm issues I developed around 14 or 15.
Because that was my first experience with “love,” I went into later relationships with no real understanding of what healthy love was supposed to feel like. I unconsciously sought out people who repeated the same harmful patterns.
During my freshman year, I had two more boyfriends. One of them, “Ben,” was also manipulative and sexually coercive. He would verbally attack me, threaten self-harm or suicide, and make me feel responsible for keeping him alive. I have always had a strong instinct to care for people, so I became trapped in the role of trying to save him.
He cheated on me with a girl who later became my best friend, then bounced back and forth between us. He used manipulation to keep me emotionally attached. He pressured me to have sex with him in his car, and my first real sexual encounter happened in a parking lot. When I got home afterward, I threw up. Looking back, I think my body was telling me something my mind was not ready to accept.
The other boyfriend, whom I’ll call “Prince,” initially seemed completely different. We met through church and tried to build a relationship centered on faith. At that time, religion was helping me cope with the death of a family member and with depression, so it felt comforting and safe.
But it did not stay that way.
I was a freshman and he was a junior. He cheated on me constantly—sometimes every other week. He also pressured me into intimacy when I was scared and not ready. After six months without sex, he violated my boundaries twice during intimate situations. I do not feel comfortable calling it rape, but he forcefully took advantage of moments when I was vulnerable and assumed I would stay quiet.
One incident happened in my room. Another happened at church camp, and I bled afterward.
Even after I ended the relationship, he kept pulling me back in. He would cheat on his new girlfriend with me and make me believe we were “meant to be.” He used religion, God, and church settings to make me feel spiritually tied to him, like leaving him would somehow mean I was abandoning something sacred.
It took me a long time to understand that it was manipulation.
Prince and I were together in 2023, went back and forth through 2024, then had no contact until December 2025. I finally blocked him for good around February 2026. I still grieve parts of myself that I feel I lost in that relationship, but he is no longer part of my life.
That brings me to my current boyfriend, “J.”
J and I started talking around late February or March 2026, when the wounds from Prince were still fresh. We have been together for almost six months now, and he is about to become my longest relationship.
Things moved quickly, but I cannot imagine our relationship unfolding any other way. We both had similar wounds and understood each other’s bad days, depressive episodes, numbness, and irritability. We learned how to support each other without making one another feel like a burden.
I have never loved anyone the way I love J.
He has been patient with me through grief, fear, and trauma responses. He has never pressured me into intimacy. He was my first experience of sex that felt genuinely safe and meaningful.
At first, penetration terrified me. We tried multiple times over several weeks, and every time he reminded me that I could stop at any moment. He would go slowly, make sure I was comfortable, and stop immediately if I became overwhelmed. Afterward, instead of making me feel guilty or disappointed, he would comfort me. He told me I was making progress and that I had nothing to prove.
Eventually, we worked up to having sex. It hurt at first, but I knew I was safe. I knew I was choosing it. That difference meant everything.
What I really wanted to talk about is how differently my body has reacted to J compared with the people before him.
With Prince, even before the worst of the abuse, I was constantly anxious. I lost weight, broke out, looked exhausted, and struggled with itching and yeast infections. I felt disconnected from my body and constantly inspected myself, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. I did not know how to care for myself properly until I was about 17, but I also think my body was living in survival mode.
With J, I feel different.
Since we began having regular, consensual intimacy, I have felt more relaxed, grounded, and emotionally replenished. I sleep better. I feel safer in my own body. I feel more comfortable letting myself be close to someone instead of bracing for something bad to happen.
I am not saying that sex fixes trauma, because it does not. A loving relationship does not erase what happened to me, either. But feeling safe, respected, listened to, and fully in control of my own boundaries has made a noticeable difference in my mental health and how I feel physically.
I used to think my fear around intimacy meant something was wrong with me. Now I understand that my body was responding to situations where I did not feel safe.
With J, my body is finally learning that closeness does not have to mean fear.
Thank you to anyone who read this. I would love to hear from anyone who has had a similar experience—especially if you have noticed how differently your body responds when you are finally with someone safe.
I hope everyone reading this has a gentle, beautiful week. You are loved.