Sexual identity
For years I fought my incurring sexual thoughts. I know my abuse made me hyper sexual and would consume my whole day sometimes. The more I fought it the worse it got. Thoughts of men would turn me on but I didn’t feel gay. Getting aroused in the gym showers and saunas, I could barely explain. But I knew I enjoyed it, but I felt shame. I looked at it with black and white glasses. Not until I took pressure off myself about that part of the result of my abuse did I feel like I accepted myself. I am who I am, I like what I like. There’s no right way or wrong way ( as long as I’m not hurting others or myself) and it feels freeing to put it out there. I wonder if anyone feels like I do