Private slut-shaming from an intimate partner is equally psychologically disturbing.

I was two months into a relationship. He and I communicated intimately, and I felt the security to share my thoughts and feelings with him. One afternoon, we discussed sexual fantasies. He shared, I shared, and it felt like a safe space. So I opened up more and told him that I was interested in the idea of sex with multiple partners. Bam. The beginning of nine months of shame and torment. I didn't know that this liberal and open-minded person held such possessive and sexist views about women's bodies, but I would learn. For the rest of the relationship, the theme of me being a slut, trash, a whore, a tease, a pervert, and having no self-respect wove its way into everything. I was a slut for smiling at our guy friends or for enjoying sex too much. My ideas about sex were sick, and I probably should be "one of those girls in pornos," that I would like degradation. He was threatened by my body, my sexuality, and slut-shaming was a way to terrorize and control me. Most of what is shared on this site deals with public slut-shaming, but private slut-shaming from an intimate partner is equally psychologically disturbing. It has taken me years to deconstruct the shame I grew to feel around sex, and we all need to work together to unshackle ourselves from the blame of living female.