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I'm 35 and I've been slut shamed because I had a boyfriend when I was eighteen. My mother knew and she knew I'd slept with him. When she found out she tried to lock me out of the family home and there were screaming fits about how I was "damaged goods" and how she was so ashamed. Fast forward thirteen years and I had recently delivered my second baby with my husband of twelve years. My husband and I are very happy together and he always knew I'd had the one boyfriend before him. My mother was unhappy about losing the opportunity to show off and felt anger and resentment towards me. A month after the birth and two days after the funeral of my best friend she expressed this anger by slut shaming me to my husband.

She started screaming at him in front of our other child about, "did he know what I was", and how I had, "dirty little secrets". My husband picked up the children and ushered me out. We have not seen her in nearly three years. I still maintain that I have done nothing wrong in having a boyfriend, I was an adult, it is my body and was my choice to make. What angers me most is that in the eyes of many that choice has damaged or reduced me as a human being. My free choice is portrayed as something which has caused me to lessen in value. My choice has become an act which is fundamentally shameful and which makes me less acceptable as a wife and something which can be used to punish me with for decades to come.

Now I have a daughter, and there is no sex act that can ever impinge upon her great value as a being worthy of love, respect and kindness. It means I was bullied into saying yes. For the past 6 years of my life I have been in a healthy and happy relationship with a beautiful and wonderful man. Unfortunately sometimes he can also be a nightmare come to life. My boyfriend enjoys anal sex, which I have no issue with. I myself have consent on a number of occasions to it and we enjoy a healthy sexual relationship that's centred around respect and trust. However one day we started to become intimate and he asked if we could try Online kenyan sluts intercourse as it had been a while.

I consented and we began. Instantly I disliked it, it was uncomfortable and I was in a great deal of pain. I asked him to stop and I said I didn't want to carry on this time. I promised that when I felt ready for it we could carry on another time. He started to beg me to carry on, saying it would only take a few minutes, that he loved me, that he had needs, that he wouldn't hurt me. Saying he loved me so much, that he wanted his needs met. He kept repeating that it would only be quick. He promised I wouldn't feel any pain. I was lying on my front while he sat on my legs, effectively I was trapped.

Eventually I gave in, wanting him off of me and for it all to just stop. A few months later I spent the night at his house, and as was common we cuddled together naked before bed. Just before we drifted of he makes me aware that he wants to have sex. Just normal sex this time as we were both tired and didn't want to start anything too complex. It was 12'o clock at night and I was tired. I let him know I wanted to just go to sleep and that in the morning, if I consented, we could do it then. Being tired and knowing if I didn't say yes he would keep pestering me like last time I said yes.

It was uncomfortable and painful and after I felt like crying. My perfect boyfriend who everyone was jealous of didn't seem to understand no. A few days later after confiding in a close friend and crying I put my foot down. I was not going to let this happen again. So I told him, when I say no it means no. When I say I'm tired and I want to sleep it means no. When I say something is painful and I want to stop that means stop. People always talk about the dangers women and men face in regards to rape, yet no one mentions sexual coercion, which is when tactics like pressure, trickery, or emotional force are used to get someone to agree to sex. What this means is if you are made to consent it isn't really consent.

It's like if someone was to hold a gun to your head and make you give them all your money, just because you handed them the money doesn't mean you did it freely. You were forced to in fear of what would happen if you didn't. When you are made to say yes that doesn't mean you consented. I said yes not because I wanted to but because I feared if I didn't I would be forced to carry on away. I convinced myself for months that because I had said yes that I had consented. I try to convince myself that what had happened was right because I did say yes.

I may have said yes but before that I had said no multiple times. Ten no's followed by one yes doesn't mean I consented. It's important to remember that sometimes saying yes doesn't mean you're ok or that you fully give consent. It's ok to say no and mean it. It's ok to turn down someone. It's also ok to tell them that they are a bully and that they aren't allowed to hurt you anymore. Fortunately my boyfriend is remorseful and understands what he did. I truly believe that he will listen when I say no in the future, but I know others might be stuck in relationship where they are made to say yes.

Put your foot down. Scream no for the whole world to hear. If they ignore you run away, report them, fight back. Whatever you need to do to stop them. You are beautiful and deserve to have your body respected. I was "slut" shamed some time before 5th grade. In my native language my last name contains the root of the word 'easy' as well as the root for an old word for 'forest' - thats where it actually comes from. So this boy came up to me and said: Well your name contains the word easy so you must be We already have enough going against us, why add more to it?

I didn't think I could experience "slut" shaming at 30 years of age. So I did what any awkward, newly single woman would do: I joined a few dating sites. I talked to both men and women, seeing what I liked and didn't like. I even met up some of them for dates. The only problem with that, according to my close friends, was that I wasn't portraying myself in a "good light. It was shocking to them that I had already kissed a guy I just met on the second time meeting him. Apparently, women aren't supposed to go on more than one date with a different guy. You're supposed to talk to a guy for months before agreeing to meet with him and then wait even more to introduce him to your friends.

I'm not old fashioned and after coming out of a verbally and emotionally abusive relationship the one prior to my recent oneI wasn't going to settle anymore. I just hope that this helps to show that no matter the age, you can still be slut shamed. I'm hoping that we as women can break this stigma and support one another. This entry includes references to rape and suicide. When I was in 2nd grade, I was sexually assaulted by a classmate. I put up with the assault for 2 years until I finally came forward and told somebody about it. I was raped in 7th grade by a 10th grader and then I became depressed.

When I turned 16 I was addicted to drugs and alcohol and I even attempted suicide. I was bullied because of that event. I was slut shamed and body shamed, beat up in hallways because I was different. I went to Seoul High School and everything was better, at least for a while. I would always wear long-sleeved shirts and jeans and always sit in the back. One day I had been in the process of being beaten up when a group of 7 boys came up and told everyone to leave me alone. They did, and I was able to finish off highschool without bullies.

And then after I graduated inI went into rehab and got myself clean and then landed a job where I have been happily working since There are women who look down on others who dress a certain way or the way they talk. When I was 10, I gathered all the courage to go talk to this boy I liked. Before I could start, he slapped me right across my face. I was roughly 13 when I was asked to play defense and we opted man-on-man because why not. As we started playing, a player from the opposing team came up to me and grabbed my boobs. He was my senior. I was scared and didn't speak of it until a few years back.

I've also been slut-shamed for being very open and flirtatious. I've been berated by a lot of men for being a certain way. Why is it only the women who are open and bold get laid? This guy would always pass lewd comments about me right to my face, like "Your face looks like shit. You're a fucking shit face, you're so black. Because I'm apparently giving out hints that I'm available and I'm all for you.

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I am just so blessed kengan get out of that healthy and alive. God bless those people who accept everyone. This kid started rumors about me. He said that I "liked" about 8 different dluts and so people at my school started thinking I was a slut. This entry Onlkne references to violence. When I was in seventh grade, I met this boy. I'll say his name was Kentan. Stephen was an eighth grader and I soon fell for him. Stephen had a lot Onkine friends and he was what you would consider "popular. He and his Ohline friends, Stephen 2 yes, they had the same name and Frank, talked to me nearly every day and my extremely boring life soon became exciting.

I thought everything was great. I had tons of friends, and Stephen still didn't know I liked him, so he continued to talk to me. Kenyab 2 and Frank talked to me often still and so did Stephen's other friends, Onlie I was scared that Stephen had found out. Just before Christmas Olnine, in fact a week and day before, my friend Katelyn, without my permission, kenyn Stephen that I liked him. He said he figured it out already. Every day, I went on as normal. Nobody knew, but I was crushed on the inside.

On the day after my 13th birthday, Stephen messaged me on Instagram a long, and very detailed, paragraph on why I should leave him alone. He liked another 8th grade girl, let's say her name is Amelia, and she liked him back. The message explained that. As time went on, this kid Jack started rumors about me. He said that I liked about 8 different people and so people at my school started thinking I was a slut. I only liked Stephen though, and this was really difficult for me. Zack didn't go to my school and I never met him, but he was friends with Stephen and all of Stephen's friends. I began to have a crush on Zack and I had my friend Hana text Stephen that.

He was surprised, but though none of my friends knew, I still liked Stephen a lot. Just a few days after Hana told Stephen that I liked him, things started to get out of hand. Someone I didn't know messaged me to let them into my group chat with Jack, a girl named Violet, and a boy named Liam and said if I didn't then he would get me. Thinking it was not a big deal, I let him into the group chat and he said he stalked all of us. We thought he was joking so we went on as usual and then it got weird. The day after he was let into the chat, he attacked Jack.

He went to Jack's house and physically attacked him. Then he sent all of our phone numbers out and all of our addresses into the chat and he said he was coming for Violet next. At that point, we were freaked out so Jack called the police. They said they would try and track the guy down and we were trying to stay calm. A day later, the guy found out who I liked and he spread it through the school, making me seem like an even bigger slut because he said I "stalked" Zack on Instagram. The rest of my school year was hell. Me, Jack, Violet, and Liam had to be questioned by the police and it was crazy.

The next year I went to a different middle school for the 8th grade so I got away from it, but I will never forget that year. When I had the guts to tell my friends what happened, they believed me but made fun of me for it. I was labelled a slut and a whore. This entry includes a description of sexual assault. I wasn't like most popular kids in my school. But I was still fairly popular. I had come terms to my sexuality and I was damn confident in my own skin. But you see, sex talk doesn't mix with teenagers in a Catholic school, except for maybe older students I was a freshman back then. And when you're sexually promiscuous, someone was bound to find out. I've heard of students getting kicked out for being blackmailed to send nudes to boys, I've heard of stories where a drunk girl was forcefully fingered in the bathroom.

I've even heard of stories where students were raped. And I thought maybe they were just dark stories, created to shut down the slut shaming the people involved had been receiving. Everything changed one day. I was practicing with a group of friends at the back of the school, by the swimming pool. We weren't high nor drunk, we were sober back then. It all started when a guy who had been part of my past crushes told me "I look seductive," while I was singing the song Trouble by Halsey. I didn't mind it at first, one of my friends let's call her Mayeven laughed at the guy.

I looked at May and just shook my head. But then, the guy said "What if you give May a lap dance? That'd be so hot. It didn't seem like one, so I stormed out of the place and sat underneath the shade of a tree it was still pretty near. But then out of the blue, the guy was standing in front of me. I stood up, knowing that he was probably sent to fetch me back, but as I was about to go. He grabbed a hold of my hand and pushed me to the trunk of the tree. His body was larger than me and he was taller, and I couldn't do anything, his face was a few feet away from mine and his fingers were roaming, and I was so repulsed.

I told him to stop but he didn't. And when I finally thought it was over, I saw two of my close friends standing behind debris from an old building, and they couldn't look at me in the eye, and I couldn't take it. I looked at the guy and I wanted to vomit and he just looked at like he was satisfied that he took away my virginity, and then I ran. The next days I couldn't sleep, I couldn't do anything. Seniors were talking about it. I was angry, because they started calling me a slut, they started offering money so I could blow them.

I was angry that the school administration didn't find out because it was everybody's little secret. The guy controlled everyone in my class, and when I had the guts to tell my friends what happened, they believed me but made fun of me for it. The witnesses - the two friends who saw me - didn't want to talk. It ruined me because every time I broke down, they would tell me to get over it because it was my fault anyways. If it wasn't for my sensual vibe, that people wouldn't get the idea that I was still a virgin. That I wouldn't be called a slut.

After a few weeks, our Christmas Party required that every girl would wear a dress, not less than two inches above the knee. Mine was three inches below the knee, and when I finally thought nobody would bother, our class picture was spammed with comments, slut shaming me for wearing a dress. My friends sided with the hate, because if I covered myself up nobody would think differently. And that is where I learned that even if you wear pants, you could still be called a slut. The people who insist there's a right way women should act are just controllers, and I can't let them run my life.

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