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Editor’s Note: This is a personal account of a reader about her childhood exposure to porn and the dark alleys she’s had to traverse as a consequence. I did not make any edits to this story, except for punctuation and capitalizations where necessary. The importance of talking to children about sex and educating them to be safe online, especially when it comes to pornography cannot be overemphasized. Children do not have the mental or emotional maturity to process sexual content, let alone sexual activity. Do not let your young ones be overexposed and under prepared. I hope you glean valuable lesson from this account. And I hope if you’re personally in a position like this woman, you get help.
Putting the pieces together before I turn 24 makes me wonder if I have benefitted from all this life I have lived. Reflecting on all the events of my life is daunting, given everything I have experienced; but life has a way of teaching us lessons and gives us experiences which helps us build our future and also tell others our stories so they learn from it. Each story of my life has its good, bad, happy, sad and ugly sides but all the same it is what it is. Now let me talk about pornographic materials and its effects and the story of my first sex experience.
This is from a young lady who has been in it for 16 years and still counting, getting away from it after getting away from it is a difficult thing to do. Parents please try and keep pornographic materials away from your children. If you have it on your phone or laptop try and keep it away from your kids it will do them more good as well. Here goes the story of my childhood exposure to pornographic material and the dark path it led me on:
At age 9 ,I was very much involved in everything I could lay hands on. I was very inquisitive, always on the go wanting to know details of why something was happening and what caused it. Curiosity kills the cat and indeed my curiosity killed the cat. Again they say the stubborn or curious fly follows the corpse to the grave. My parents had an ‘encolac’ which had CDs in it. Whenever we wanted to watch a movie we would jump into the bag and get a CD to slot into the DVD player to watch.
There are times where we would be warned not to watch any movie but learn but as stubborn as we were we would find our way around it. Whenever a new item was brought into the house the usual me would want to figure out what it was all about. Sometimes the CD would be stuck in the DVD when we are watching as a result of lights out, I would get a screw driver, open up the CD player and remove it from the DVD, just to prevent our parents from finding out we did watch a movie. This seemingly innocent rebellion continued till at a point in my life where I was left alone at home. I was happy at first because mum won’t be around to send me on errands and dad won’t be around to disturb with his long talks, then boredom began to creep in and I went to the bag of CDs as we called it and found some movies to watch after watching all the ones I could lay my hands on. I found one that I had never watched before and I said to myself how come I never saw this CD in the bag all this while. I slotted the CD into the DVD and how happy I was when it turned out to be 30-in-1. In my mind I thought, “I finally have a lot of movies to watch to kill the boredom.”
Little did I know that was the beginning of my woes. I selected the first clip and it was a sex video. What in God’s name is this because my parents never spoke to me about sex not even menstruation and so when I started my menses I used my mums pad on her blind side till she found out that the pad was getting finished and she asked and I told her about it eve with that she didn’t say anything about it. I guess that’s why I am never able to talk to her about anything going on in my life.
Back to the story I watched the videos back to back and then I began to get wet or say my libido began to rise. It was something new to me because I hadn’t felt like that before. I was getting excited but I was wrong. I should have stopped watching it at that moment. Well the day ended and all through the night I was thinking about it and how I felt about it. And I couldn’t wait to watch it again. Few days later I was left home alone and guess what I hurriedly went for the CD to watch.. I watched and followed it every step of the way. And then I chanced on a lesbian video which got me more excited. I started imitating what I was watching, and the stuff the ladies were doing excited me more and even got me more wet so I found more interest in it from that day onwards that became the routine whenever I was home alone. Then one day while watching the videos heard a cobbler hawking outside so I called him to fix my shoes for me and then while he was on it outside I was busy enjoying myself in the room. At the point in the video, a guy entered the room of the lady and had sex with them and because I wanted to know what it involved I had to think. The only male available at the moment was the shoe-maker.
I quickly tied cloth around my body and went to sit at the door step one eye outside while the other was on the video. As soon as he finished I called him to come inside and because he had enjoyed the sight of my pussy while I was seated at the doorstep he quickly came in. Then he started to feast on my beautiful oranges .The feeling was way different from what I experienced with the video .I enjoyed it and he slowly pushed me to the ground and used my cloth as mat. We had sex there and that was my first time having sex. It was sweet but the pain wouldn’t allow me to enjoy it for long. I was feeling pain after that encounter but I couldn’t tell anyone about it because I didn’t know how to describe it. It wasn’t rape, I invited, and allowed him to have sex with me. And I was just 9 years old then. After that encounter masturbation became my daily food. I did it every time I had the chance and was sure I wasn’t going to be caught.
At a point masturbation wasn’t enough for me so I got involved in sex and I had lots of sex partners. I quickly let you go when I feel the sex isn’t good enough for me. I can’t count the number of men or guys I have had sex with at my age now. Then it turned into a business for me when funding my education became a problem. All these things happened because of the early exposure to pornographic materials.
Parents please try and keep them away from your children because you never know the harm you causing your children. And parents please don’t make sex education a taboo in your homes. Talk about it with your children. Because in my case I could have gotten pregnant the only reason I didn’t was because I hadn’t started menstruating then. I could have got any sexually transmitted disease. Now I feel so dirty that going to house of God is a struggle.I have also given up on the issue of marriage because who would want to settle down with someone who has been through all this shitty stuff. And indeed curiosity killed the cat.
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