When I was young, I was taught that anything sexual outside of marriage was wrong. When I was found to have sexual desires when I was 6, no one took me to the doctor to see if something had been done to me. I was told that I was sinful for having those feelings. Those feelings and the fear of being in sin traumatized me and followed me in my growing up years.
I was told that giving a full-frontal hug to someone of the opposite sex was not good. Heaven forbid they realize that a growing girl has breasts or that they get aroused by the thought of them.
I was told that I must dress modestly or I was in sin. If I did not cover myself in a certain way, it would cause men to lust. And if they did lust after me, it was my fault. I suppose I was in control of men's minds.
When I was 17, I started talking to a guy for the first time. I was told that we could not text after 10 pm as nothing good could come of talking that "late". Never mind the fact that we were both capable and god fearing young adults.
At 18, I had my first kiss and started casually talking to a couple different guys. When my dad found out that I had kissed a male, he told me that I was no longer pure. The feeling of being put down over something as innocent as a kiss has stuck with me to this day.
At 20, I lost my virginity. It was an unplanned spur of the moment thing, and it was great. But my phone died and I spent the night at his house. I charged my phone when I woke up to find out that my parents had called the cops and friends of mine because they did not know where I was. When they found out where I had been, they took my phone and grounded me. I was 20 years of age, had a job, paid my own bills, and was grounded because I lost my virginity. I did not own a vehicle so there was no way out of it. I was told I should feel bad and repent for what I had done. But even though I tried to, I felt no regret. [Continued in comment section]