Kana
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ORIGINAL: Kana Ya know,if a man does something shitty to her, hurts her real bad, shame on him. If it still hurts a decade later, shame on her. I get what you're saying here and we all have to take responsibility for our own wellbeing, I get that. BDSM is not a reasonable substitute for therapy. Abuse survivors should do whatever they can to minimise the abuser's impact on the rest of their lives. It's not always so simple on the face of it though, especially when you're talking about play that can prove to be triggering for some people. I engage in the play I enjoy specifically because it's triggering. I couldn't even tell you why. I fought against my kinks for many years because I new damn well they were a byproduct of my dysfunctional childhood and treatment I received from adults while a small child. I saw it as something wrong with me that needed fixing. Now, in my mid 30s and having sought any amount of 'help' from traditional avenues, I'm throwing my hands up and going with what works. Emotional, physical and sexual masochism are the soul and centre of my wasted heart now and only when I'm regularly on the receiving end of that triggering kind of play am I ever really centred, grounded or for want of a better word, happy. I've given up on the why of it and I engage in what I do with my eyes open to the inherent dysfunctionality of it and the potential for psychological fallout. But ultimately, these are my chances to take and I'm extremely risk aware. Yes, I know my shitty stuff happened in childhood and that makes it more scarring but I can quite easily imagine that someone on the receiving end of systematic domestic abuse as an adult can wind up equally scarred. And if I haven't shaken it off in over 20 years, how are they supposed to? I've already differentiated between a genuine mental disorder and a fear so I won't go there again. I will say though that one of the gals I played with came from an abusive house, had a father with Post Vietnam PTSD. Certain things just flipped her out, quick shifts into anger, screaming, and yes, face slapping. She could take, hell liked, lots of hard play, but come near her face, or God help you, her neck and she just locked up, froze into an almost catatonic state that took lots of time and lots and lots of soothing to pull her out of. Needless to say, I just dropped those things from my arsenal, made like a good marine and improvised, adapted and overcame. You play the hand you're dealt,best as ya can. That's all I ever ask of anyone. And, before anyone asks, yeah, I had her go to counseling re the abuse issues, got involved in some support groups. it was a good deal all in all. She, and I, grew from the experience. Not so much as M/S, but as people.
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