*Trigger warning for sexual assaults*
I attended an event where the presenter discussed their journey to be able to say “no”. They described the steps they took to be able to set boundaries and to give a hard no instead of a soft no. Soft no is when you tell someone you aren’t interested in a subtle way, “not right now”, “I’m feeling a bit off at the moment”, “maybe later”. Hard no is an explicit expression, “no thanks”, “I’m not interested”, “no”. When people experience anger or consequences for a refusal, they learn to express their displeasure in other ways. They try to avoid the situation rather than cause conflict.
As children, we are often subjected to experiences that we are not allowed to say no to. We are given very little control over our bodies and environment. “Go kiss grandma and grandpa”. “I pay for this house and can come into your bedroom as I choose”. “I have access to your social media accounts and phone anytime I want”. When a child says “no” they quickly learn that it is ignored or met with hostility. Well behaved children do as their parents demand.
In our early adulthood, we are often still tied to our parents. As we are trying to gain footing on our identity our parents reactions may unseat our ability to set clear boundaries or even figure out what they are for ourselves. At insisted no pictures would be taken for the birth of my first child. As I was drugged and in pain, my mother took multiple pictures. She had these developed at a local store and brought them to me proudly. “Aren’t you glad I took pictures?”. I felt anger and frustration. I had told her over and over again I did not want this and yet she ignored my no and broke through the boundary I set. She was not invited to another birth, I made sure everyone attending understood pictures were forbidden and it was included on my birthing plans.
As a femme identifying person, saying “no” can be very costly. Over the years I have been forced into situations where saying no came with consequences. At a young age I was groped in an arcade. I was asked by the perpetrator to leave with him. I remember being in fear of what more he would do to me when I shook my head and wandered away from him quickly to a more occupied part of the store. In middle school, it was my stepfather pulling me onto his lap while my mother looked on. Feeling uncomfortable and gross, but without the words or understanding to express these feelings. Instead laughing with my mother at this silly game. In high school, it was getting pushed against the wall in a locker room. The boy showed me the razor blade he kept in his mouth. I don’t remember what I said to get him to let me leave. It was a brother-in-law that professed his love, accused me of cheating on my husband and became sexually suggestive around me. My friend group at the time defended his actions because he was socially awkward and I was being overly dramatic. Despite my repeated attempts at enforcing boundaries, I found the most effective method was to avoid him. It was the man as a newbie at kink events that felt he could slap my ass, pull my hair and wrap his arms around me constricting so that I was short of breath and could not leave the situation. He continuously boasted about his strength. After repeated attempts asking him to respect boundaries resulted in complaints to leaders. It was a partner that repeatedly ignored my boundary for tickling for over a decade. He would amuse himself in tormenting me in this way.
When I came into the kink community I learned words like boundaries and consent. I was told that people should listen and respect these things. That it wasn’t ok if they didn’t. I became obsessed with these concepts. I gobbled up every bit of literature I could find on consent culture. Then I tested these ideas on friends and partners. I found myself creating trust in others and earning trust for myself in ways I never imagined possible. With the help and patience of a partner I learned to say “no”.
I have explained to people that each time I learned to reinforce my boundaries I have lost friends. I have been accused of weaponizing boundaries. I have been accused of setting rules for others. The loss and accusations have been painful. I also recognize that if the love others offer me does not include respecting my needs then it is not a love I want. That no one is entitled to a relationship with me. I am not property. If someone is not comfortable with boundaries I have for myself then perhaps we aren’t compatible. That’s ok.
The road has been bumpy and difficult. My journey to “no” is ongoing. I am proud of the work that I have put in though. I look back at the path behind me and breathe in the love I have found for myself.





