Your childhood was spent in fear and silence. "don't tell" "don't tell" "this is our secret" "it's going to get worse for you." you remember all this as yesterday, you never told anyone about it, you didn't tell how you were harassed, how you were touched, how you were photographed. your skin was constantly dry from the amount of baths you took every day trying to wash off the "dirt" from your body, from how much you rubbed your skin with a washcloth praying that all this was a bad dream, but it was really up to 15 years old

you managed to survive it , with difficulty , through pain, but it turned out, you got out of this terrible pit, but you developed post-traumatic stress disorder. You have managed to find a wonderful partner, loving and caring, respecting you and your boundaries. Price always understood the word "no" no matter in what key, whether it was hugging or buying something

there was no intimacy between you, you refused or threw everything off on a headache. you don't wanted to talk about your past. you were afraid that you would be considered dirty, that you would be rejected, thrown like an old, unnecessary, used toy. John didn't mind, he just took his hands away and nodded. now you were at home, relaxing in bed, Price was unobtrusively stroking your thigh, just like that, he just liked it, but it triggered a flashback for you. you jumped away from John like from fire, tears appeared in your eyes for a second, and your voice trembled "no, don't touch my legs" Price immediately changed his face, this was not the first such reaction to his touch, from which the man decided to finally figure out the situation "calm down, I I'm not going to do anything. what happened? please explain to me, I don't understand what you're afraid of. I won't do anything without your consent."