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The First Time I Admitted It Mattered

For most of my life, I treated masturbation like a small secret — something hidden between guilt and habit. I’d rush through it, as if the faster it ended, the less real it was. I told myself it was just biology, a way to release tension, nothing deeper.

Then one quiet night, lying alone in bed, I asked myself a question I had never said out loud:
Why does this feel so different from sex with someone else?

The answer came quietly, but it shook me.
It wasn’t about intensity or orgasm.
It was about ownership.

That night, my pleasure stopped feeling like something borrowed. It became mine. Fully, unapologetically mine.

Shere Hite Put It Into Words

Months later, I stumbled across The Hite Report: Women and Sexuality. In the chapter “The Importance of Masturbation,” Shere Hite wrote:

“Masturbation is the foundation of female sexual autonomy. It teaches a woman that her desire is hers first.”

I remember reading that line over and over. It felt like someone had translated a language I’d been speaking in silence my whole life.

For the first time, I saw self-pleasure not as indulgence, but as education — the most personal kind of learning.

I realized that every time I touched myself without shame, I was rewriting what it meant to be a woman who feels.

Why It’s More Than Physical

Today, when I touch myself, it’s no longer about chasing an outcome. It’s about sending my body a message it rarely hears:

You are not here to perform.
You are not here to please anyone.
You are allowed to want.

That message changed how I inhabit my body. I stopped treating pleasure as something to justify and started seeing it as something to understand.

Because the truth is — sexual health and emotional safety are inseparable. When I gave myself permission to explore, I also gave myself permission to rest, to slow down, to feel without fear.

That’s when self-pleasure became self-trust.

Breaking the Shame

Like so many women, I grew up with silence around pleasure.

There were no lessons about arousal, no language for desire — only warnings, winks, and jokes whispered too fast. “Good girls don’t do that.” “You’ll ruin your innocence.”

Even as an adult, that conditioning lingered. I could talk about skincare routines or mental health openly, but masturbation? That still felt taboo.

Then one day I realized: every time I hid my pleasure, I strengthened the belief that it was wrong.

So I stopped hiding. I started naming it. I started talking about it with friends, reading about it, normalizing it.

And slowly, the shame dissolved — replaced by something louder, warmer: self-love.

How It Changed My Relationships

Exploring my own body taught me more about intimacy than any relationship ever had.

• I learned that desire isn’t performance; it’s communication.

• I learned that honesty — even when it’s awkward — is the most erotic language.

• I learned that confidence is not about being perfect, but about being present.

When I stopped outsourcing my pleasure, my relationships changed. I became more open, less afraid to ask for what I needed, and far less willing to pretend.

Masturbation didn’t make me detached from others — it made me more connected.
Because when you know your body, you meet your partner as an equal, not as someone waiting to be completed.

That, I realized, is true sexual empowerment.

Why This Conversation Matters in 2025

We live in a time when women are finally reclaiming their bodies — in media, in relationships, in health conversations.

From TikTok creators to sex therapists on podcasts, the message is echoing louder than ever:

• Pleasure is not selfish.

• Consent starts with you.

• Owning your desire is part of owning your life.

This cultural shift isn’t about rebellion — it’s about return.
Return to our own senses, our voices, our needs.

When I hear these conversations now, I think: maybe my story isn’t just personal. Maybe it’s one more ripple in something larger — a generation of women who are no longer whispering about their wants.

From Private to Powerful

Today, when I think about masturbation, I don’t think of secrecy. I think of sovereignty.

It’s not a guilty act. It’s a grounding one.
It’s how I remind myself that my body belongs to me — not to expectation, not to approval, but to experience.

As Shere Hite wrote decades ago,

“A woman who knows her own pleasure owns her sexuality.”

I didn’t just read that line. I lived it.

Every time I touch myself now, it’s not just physical.
It’s a small act of freedom.
It’s self-love, in its most honest form.

Because coming home to your own body — without apology, without performance — might be the purest kind of intimacy there is.