this is the first time i'm spwaking abt this publicly so bear w me plz.
i am a trans woman, but i only realized this two or three years ago.
i am a single mother with sole custody of my 7yo daughter.
do whatever bioessentialist math u gotta to parse this situation.
my ex could give classes on ignoring boundaries. i recently saw the movie obsession, and to say it was triggering for me would be an understatement. i was never allowed even a moment to myself. she would hover over me at all times, and every miniscule thing that i did was noted, logged, and tallied against some master formula in her head to determine whether i was being a sufficiently good "boyfriend". failing this metric would lead to bouts of screaming, sleep deprivation, psychological torture, and physical violence. i still have the scars.
the *only* reliable way for me to mitigate the damage being done to me, was to fuck her. at first i could avoid the fights this way. then i could only interrupt them. eventually this became simply a consequence. she would scream at me until i was too dissociated to properly understand my situation, and i would wait for the tone shift that meant i should get ready to... be raped.
and then i discovered in the worst possible way that she had been lying to me for months abt being on birth control
i wasn't given any say in the situation. she ran back to her family some 1500 miles away and told me i could either go with her or have no presence in my child's life. the things i suffered there were worse. it took years of legal action for me to get away from her with my child. this informs my relationships to this day, nearly a decade later.
for years. YEARS. i was unable to understand what happened to me as sexual assault. because trans women aren't oppressed before they come out. because tops can't be assaulted. because the big strong "man" can never be a victim. because there simply isn't vocabulary for these experiences. because because because.
the first time i ever read the phrase "self-inflicted corrective sexual violence" i spent hours sobbing uncontrollably. this doesn't come close to capturing the essence of all my experiences, but it does fit several of them. the idea that not only were such things possible but also that *what happened to me WAS sexual assault* is the only thing that's allowed me to start healing.
THE ONLY THING because not a single person in my life even considered the notion. my mother berated me for not thinking abt the consequences of *my* actions. my friends laughed abt how it was too bad i got "baby trapped". my subsequent relationships constantly pressed for more and more details digging for the part where i must have done something to deserve it. even my therapist at the time suggested that it was "fear of impending fatherhood" that gave rise to these feelings.
none of that is true. i was repeatedly raped, in a way that resulted in a child, that i now am solely responsible for. she's the light of my life, and the best kid i know, and none of this is her fault. i'll do anything to make sure she has a better life than me. that's the only way i'll ever rlly make peace, i think, with the fact that i will never fully recover from this trauma. there's only so much healing to be done. the rest is scars.
so please. please. please understand that just because i was "topping". just because i was "stronger". just because i was a "man". doesn't mean that it could never happen to someone like me.