I sometimes think it’s strange, but even though the worst abuser of my life by far, and the entire reason for my CPTSD, was a woman — my mother — I absolutely feel the same way. Despite what you would think would be strong anti-woman conditioning from birth, I’ve gravitated to women for as long as I can remember. Maybe I subconsciously tallied up all my experiences and realized that my mother was an outlier, and that on average and in summation, men are more dangerous? I really don’t know.