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[Content warning: grooming]

So, as a kid, I was a very vulnerable, lonely autistic child with not a lot of friends. Because of this, I resorted to talking to people online so I could finally be accepted. Of course, the main people who paid attention to me weren't children, but creepy adults who knew I was around 7 or 8.

As a little girl (I'm transmasc), it's the norm to seek relationships with boys and not other girls, so when some older men wanted to "date" me, I of course, said yes, thinking they were also 8-10.

This happened until I was about 13 with seeking people online. Of course, only the lying older men would pay attention to me.

Since then, I was punished. My phone was taken away, which could be a form of protection, but I was also told I was not a victim and that it was my fault, and that I gave myself trauma. Now, I am not being punished and I am okay.

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[–] andros_rex@lemmy.world 15 points 1 day ago

I get it. Trans mascs are invisible and misunderstood, especially when it comes to our relationships with men.

My “dad’s” only question when I talked about my ex refusing to take pictures of me down was “why did you let him take them?”

We are invisible, we don’t have community, we rarely find empathy. As meaningless as it is, sending you an invisible hug here.