I am one of those that has been wired kinky from birth.
I can remember making little Roman slave costumes / togas when I was 4 or 5 years old.
I was in first grade screwing around with one of those kid dictionaries with big fonts and lots of cartoons and I saw the entry for 'shackles' with a little cartoon drawing for shackles and thought 'woah'. 6 year old me thought that was pretty hot - and I didn't really know what that meant.
I had no real idea about kink or sex or anything like that...
There was no abuse growing up. Just normal, boring, blue collar, suburban living in the 1970's and 1980's. The only abuse I was exposed to were the lame TV sitcoms of the day like Three's Company and Lavirne and Shirley. :P MASH was always pretty good tho. :D
Honestly for a long time I never even connect abuse growing up (or trauma as an adult) with kink until I was at a pony camp event. I remember being in full head to toe pony tack... Tail plug and everything... (minus the bit and bridle) and volunteering to be interviewed by a researcher of some kind for a book? Or a thesis or something she was working on?
All of her questions soon became very biased and leading. She didn't believe me when I said I didn't have any childhood abuse. She insisted I was lying or forgetting or something.
It became a weird interview.
