On the contrary, I daresay plenty of us are used to dealing with men who “meet their own needs first”, usually at the expense of our own needs being irrelevant.
That was, by the way, how I ended up with PTSD - because my boyfriend had decided that he needed to “meet his sexual needs” no matter how or what I wanted or if I was willing to do so. Or if I wasn’t meeting whatever emotional need for validation he had, that it was ok to harass or physically threaten me for daring to not be subservient enough, or, for example, having the gall to be better at something than he was. And because I had a head full of submission and being a proper woman, I didn’t have the background to realize the proper action was to get out rather than to knuckle under and allow myself to be hurt, even to the point where I felt that killing myself was the only way to be free. (Because, of course, I was also now an “impure” woman and thus wasn’t desirable for anything else.)