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Thursday, July 17, 2025

Survival Was My Consent – Not My Desire

Survival Was My Consent – Not My Desire

Just because I didn’t say no doesn’t mean I said yes.

I wasn’t pinned down. I wasn’t screaming. I wasn’t physically forced.

I was smiling. Performing. Saying all the right words. And completely disconnected from my own body.

That was the lie of it: He had the video. He had the moans. He had the “good girl.” So it must have been consensual, right?

No. It was survival.

The Lie the Camera Told

People who saw those videos never saw the real story. They didn’t see what happened before—how I was guilted, gaslit, manipulated into silence. They didn’t hear the threats of rejection, abandonment, or emotional warfare that came when I said “not tonight.” They didn’t see the way he sulked for hours… or made me feel like I owed him.

They didn’t understand that by the time the camera turned on—I was already gone.

I Didn’t Want It. I Just Knew It Was Safer to Perform.

So I smiled. I posed. I let him call me names. I let him film it. I moaned when I wanted to disappear.

Because sometimes the only thing scarier than submitting… was what might happen if I didn’t.

Where Consent Gets Distorted

I first introduced this dynamic in Consent vs Compliance, where I explained how fawning and freezing can be mistaken for consent.

This post takes it deeper: Because over time, I didn’t just fake it—I forgot what real desire felt like.

He trained me to say yes before I even had a chance to think. And when I finally froze, he said:

“You didn’t stop me. You liked it. You even smiled.”

No. I survived it.

What Survival Sex Feels Like

  • Like leaving your body during sex and not coming back until it’s over
  • Like initiating it just so you don’t have to be begged or punished later
  • Like hoping if you do it “right,” he’ll treat you gently after
  • Like smiling with tears still crusted in your lashes

That’s not desire. That’s trauma intelligence. And predators know exactly how to exploit it.

What I Know Now

Survival is not consent. Performance is not proof. And a smile is not a yes when it’s used as a shield.

He filmed a version of me that doesn’t exist anymore. And this version—the one writing this—isn’t here to pretend she wanted it.

She’s here to say: I survived it. But it never should’ve happened.


Tactics Breakdown – What He Did and How

  • Weaponized Performance: He used my trauma compliance as evidence of “enthusiastic” consent.
  • Guilt-Driven Conditioning: He framed every hesitation as rejection, turning fear into routine submission.
  • Emotional Dependency: He made me believe my worth hinged on satisfying him—on camera or off.
  • Survival Used Against Me: He recorded acts I never wanted, then said my silence was proof I agreed.

If You’ve Ever Performed to Stay Safe…

You are not broken. You are not dramatic. You are not guilty of the harm they did to you.

You are allowed to take the camera back. You are allowed to rewrite what the film forgot. You are allowed to call it what it was: survival, not consent.


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