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So I was 14 when I first had sex, and I thought it was amazing and the boy generally liked me. I hadn't realised the turning points e.g. he'd ask to be snuck in, get drunk, he'd smoke in front of me and never wanted to meet my mom. He blocked me on everything the night we did it and then I went to school. People turned and stared, yelled at me, called me a slut and showed me a video. I didn't know he had recorded it. I moved schools but that doesn't leave you, apparently. After, people continually asked for sex or nudes, all were answered NO. Then my mom started being off with me after she'd seen the video. I had explained what'd happened and she didn't believe me. Then at 15, I came back on snapchat and met someone that meant a lot to me. He didn't live in the same area as me but I'd met him before. He never asked for nudes, but at 15 you're exploring your body more. Masturbation is a fine thing and sometimes, I thought that I'd take photos, and I never sent them. I'd learnt my lesson on that 100%. About 8 weeks later my mom came in. Well, she had my phone, she knew I liked this boy and she'd seen my nudes. She then labeled me a slut and an embarrassment. I understand why she's angry but hearing those words from your mother isn't the nicest, I'll admit. I'm nearly 16 and that's actually the legal age to leave home if you wish and she said well in 7 months, you can f*ck off. -- Purdy
We forget that emotional stresses and traumas related to feelings of shame, or guilt, can often have physical consequences that are very real, and detrimental to our health, sexually, and otherwise.
Growing up, sex was treated as a dirty word in our household. There was no particular reason for this, other than the fact that I grew up with a parental figure who held to old-fashioned notions of what was appropriate or acceptable. Certain subjects were taboo, and sex, or anything having to do with sexuality was definitely taboo. As a result, there were never any conversations about what to do, or not do, or how to deal with the changes that one deals with in going through adolescence. When sex education began in 5th grade, I brought materials home that were deemed to be completely inappropriate and thrown away. As a result I felt ashamed that I was even being subjected to such information at school, but at the same time relieved that I was learning something about this mysterious aspect of human life. When I was fifteen, I remember watching a nightly news show with my family when there was a guest speaker brought in for an interview who was a sexual expert. She was discussing various aspects related to sexuality that were often misunderstood, one of which was masturbation. I was immediately told by my parent how what I had just heard I should forget about completely, and the only thing I should remember is that masturbation was a bad thing and I should never do it. When I was sixteen the blockbuster movie Titanic came out. I went to see it with my family, and was asked to cover my eyes every time there was a scene of a sexual nature. I had to leave the room whenever we watched a movie and anyone started kissing. I felt embarrassed, and confused as to why this obviously natural part of life was something that I couldn’t be allowed to experience in any way, even as a spectator. I lived a very sheltered life, and was homeschooled for a portion of my middle school and high school years, and had a practically non-existent social life until I was in college. When I was nineteen, I was still living at home, but attending a community college full-time. I finally had my first boyfriend and my first kiss. When we started dating seriously, and the relationship became sexual, and my family found out, I was accosted with screaming fits and called a “slut.” When birth control pills were found in my dresser drawer, I was subjected to looks of great disapproval for even possessing something like that. And I overheard a phone conversation where a family friend said, "If she were in my home and had done that, she would be kicked out." I was an outstanding student - straight A's, honor's list, and ultimately graduated summa cum laude, while working full-time all the way through school. I reasoned with myself that I should disregard the disapproval I was receiving, and the shaming I was experiencing, because I really was a "good kid." I was a hard-worker, and not falling into a life of depravity, simply because I had a boyfriend and was sexually active. Even though I could reason logically, it was hard to completely dismiss the nagging voice inside that was recalling everything I had heard growing up that was telling me I must be doing something wrong. I must actually be a bad person, and a slutty woman. Over the years, when I realized that I wasn’t going to get any sexual education from my family, I had tried to educate myself through reading, even if it was a romance novel I found in the bookstore, or research I did online. By the time I was an adult, I felt that I was strong enough to overcome the years of sexual shaming I had experienced, and was determined not to let it govern my life moving forward. Even so, I was filled with a lot of internal confusion, and ingrained subconscious shame about being sexual. So when I was called a slut at age nineteen, it hurt deeply. Years of repressed sexuality, and unintentional shaming from someone who loved me and thought they were doing what was right did take a toll. It has taken years for me to work through subconscious psychological issues that have also resulted in physical manifestations in my body. We forget that emotional stresses and traumas related to feelings of shame, or guilt, can often have physical consequences that are very real, and detrimental to our health, sexually, and otherwise. It’s so important for our society to have an open dialogue about this topic, because often sexual bullying doesn’t even come from external society – it can start right in our own homes, with our own family, because parents don’t understand how to approach a topic that should be as natural as any other aspect of growing up. While sexual bullying happens to girls most often, it can often happen to young boys as well.10/11/2019
I'm a 37-year-old male, and I just wanted to say that while the sexual bullying happens to girls most often, it can often happen to young boys as well. When I was in 6th grade, I had to deal with a bullying situation. I had an upset stomach and left class with a pass to go to the bathroom. While I was in there, some boys came in and looked over the stall. They deduced since I was hiding myself and telling them to get out and go away, that I was masturbating. At 12 years old, I didn't even know what that word meant, but I soon found out. Within a few hours, it was all over the school that I was masturbating in the bathroom, and I was being shamed in the halls and playground, etc. That stupid rumor followed me until high school, when I was finally physically large enough and mature enough to defend myself. At 6'2", 185 lbs, people stopped bullying me, and if they mentioned it to me, I countered back. I was no longer the timid kid that would just take their bullying. I joined the wrestling team, played baseball, and had a pretty normal high school career. Years later, the kid who started the rumor in Jr. High randomly apologized to me without any prompting from me, so it was somewhat comforting to know that it was a black mark on his heart as well for all that time. I try to remember that when kids are being labeled "bully". He knew what he did was wrong, and maybe didn't foresee the consequences. I feel that the kids who are often doing the bullying are struggling with their own problems and either don't have coping mechanisms, or they have abusive home lives, etc. We need to remember that kids often do stupid things while they're learning to become adults, and I hope that we as a society don't become bullies ourselves by ruining the lives of otherwise good kids who make bad choices and then get labeled as bullies. - B
When I was in high school, I was “dating” this boy who once asked me to masturbate for him. I refused. He sat there in silence and then informed me that he couldn’t see me anymore because he was a Christian and I was a Heathen. I dated him the next year for a whole year, and it ended poorly. This was 14 years ago. I’m still struggling with finding a balance of being sexually confident but not letting myself be used as a sexual object.
I switched schools in 7th grade and was becoming friendly with a sweet girl. One of the popular girls came up to me and said, “You don’t want to be friends with her. She masturbates with a toothbrush. People call her Oral-B.” I wish I had had the courage to continue to be friends with the girl. A month later a boy asked if I had gotten a boob job, thus starting a number of rumors. I hope by recognizing how universal these experiences are, we can encourage the next generation to be kinder.
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