[This is a snippet from the article I wrote for Clitbait.]

Trigger warning: mentions of sexual assault

Disclaimer: featured image via colorsofhoney.

Growing up in a Bangladeshi household, which was strict not only in its cultural traditions but also in adherence to religious commandments, sex was always seen as something to be ashamed of โ€“ a milestone to only be broached through marriage. Iโ€™d always been told that sex only came after marriage, otherwise, well, Iโ€™d be condemned to hellfire. It was ingrained in me. What Iโ€™d come to learn, though, was the ways in which sex could be used as a coping mechanism, an escape from my thoughts or a comfort when I wanted validation. 

From the time I was nine years old, I was sexually assaulted for two years by my cousin. 

It was a horrific thing. And it definitely affected me more than I ever realised. 

(. . .)

I didnโ€™t think I was ever enough as a person, or anything more than damaged goods. 

What did I have to offer, besides my body?  

Read the article on Clitbait . . .

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