I never really HIT puberty, I slide into puberty. I wasn’t interested in boys at all really until my first boyfriend. Sex was supposed to be dirty and dangerous, at least that was the way I was taught. Well, that was one version of what I was taught. Simultaneously I was taught that women aren’t as valuable as men, women are lesser creatures than men, and the only way a woman can be happy and fulfilled is by a male partner.
It wasn’t that my mom or dad or anybody got in my face and told me I was worth less because I was a woman it was a subtle tone, looks, and how males/females were treated. I think that’s what makes emotional/mental/psychological abuse so harmful- because you can’t point to a bruise a say “this is where she hit me”. It’s nothing that we can prove. Even if the aim is to cause malice it’s hard to convince a jury or your peers that when she said, “You’re REALLY pretty!” she meant it as an insult. ‘What’s wrong with that? What’s wrong with being complimented?’ There’s no way to convince someone of the cold, hateful glare, the sneering lips or the tone that clearly meant the opposite. Victims of this type of abuse walk away wondering if they are crazy, if they were imagining things, if they were being too sensitive. We end up making excuses for our attackers. And because we are never believed we never develop the confidence to stand up for ourselves.