This is one of the areas of my life in which the abuse has affected me most. I have not deigned to marry, or even enter a committed relationship with anyone. I've had girlfriends in the past, sure, and I tried sex a couple of times (mostly because I felt it was something a person at my age in such a situation was expected to do at that particular time), and it never took, with me.
I don't know whether I have the same problem as daybyday, because I haven't had the chance to find out. As I grew up, I didn't have the obsession with sex that most teens have, I didn't have the drive. I've been able to emotionally love, I believe; yet since those first couple of attempts I've actively made decisions which would prevent any sort of potential sexual situation from springing up (difficult to articulate without making a bad pun here, sorry guys). I push sex away, and I think I do it because I don't want to have to deal with the issues that you all are dealing with. How will I feel? Will my memories get in the way? Will I start making some involuntary comparisons? I'm afraid I will. How could I not? It's like driving past your old house or school, and trying not to think to yourself, "I was there". Like driving down a road and trying to -not- think about the horrible auto accident you once had on it, even as you drive past the very spot it happened. Where the guardrail is still dented.
I don't want to deal with it, so I don't. I don't know whether that's completely healthy, but I hope one day to be able to change it. It would be great to have sex and think only about what it -is- right then, instead of what it once was. I'm just not ready yet. Until I am, I simply won't drive down that road.