He was thrown onto the winter streets, penniless, destitute and left to reflect on the merits of a warm undergarment when his betters require them.That's terrible. Did you have him killed for it?
Twat.
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He was thrown onto the winter streets, penniless, destitute and left to reflect on the merits of a warm undergarment when his betters require them.That's terrible. Did you have him killed for it?
Glad it ended well for you.He was thrown onto the winter streets, penniless, destitute and left to reflect on the merits of a warm undergarment when his betters require them.
Twat.
Tell us, we are all friends here, we will help you, no secrets on here...There’s plenty more I just don’t wanna say.
I'm sorry you had your childhood ripped from you. You sound like a good person so I don't think the dick and your mom messed you up to a horrible level. Thanks for sharing. When you shine the spotlight on evil, it gets smaller, and you were brave enough to do this.. You're resilient and strong and obviously have power over this....When I was a kid starting at 5 my parents divorced. We (sister ,me, mom) moved 8hours away. From the beginning I could tell that he hated my guts. But my mom was happy. And he was rich. He was the most spiteful person I’ve ever known. He too great pleasure in seeing me hurt. But he never put a mark where my mom would see. Except the time he got to carried away and left hand prints around my throat. When my real dad died as I was rolling on the floor bawling he graver me by the arm and jerked me in front of him and said. Stfu what are you gonna do cry all fuckinv day! He’s dead get over it. At that point he decided that couldn’t go to the funeral. My mother stood by him in any punishment. He had 4 daughters. Every Christmas they would come we would all eat and then everyone got there gifts. All the girls would get an envelope with $5000 in it and a card and I would get absolutely nothing. I just wanted to right that to let you know kinda how my life was at the time but here’s what I really wanted to say and I wanna know why they did it.. my step dad and mom would lay around on the couch and obviously out in the open in front of me (6,7— ) and fondle each other with there feet under clothes. And then they would go to there bed ( middle of the day) and fuck EXTREMELY LOUD and I know they knew I could hear. This happened for years . They hated me they would make me go to bed t 5 pm.
Fuck I kinda wanted to do tho anon. Clad I didn’t say more
They would leave the door open and NOBODY is that loud and descriptive
I'm sorry you had your childhood ripped from you. You sound like a good person so I don't think the dick and your mom messed you up to a horrible level. Thanks for sharing. When you shine the spotlight on evil, it gets smaller, and you were brave enough to do this.. You're resilient and strong and obviously have power over this....
my butler refused to cup my balls in the morningOur butler refused to heat up my underwear in the mornings.
While I'm not familiar with that book I have mixed feelings about this business of addressing childhood shame & experiences. I dated a woman who was repeatedly abused by her uncle and a few times by her dad and was going through the process of addressing that abuse while we were together. While I abhor abusers and do sympathize for those who've been abused as a child I do believe more harm can be done continually ripping the scab off by readdressing the abuse.If you really want to get to grips with your childhood, deal with the shit it undoubtedly left in your emotional mind and understand what drove your mum to behave the way she did get yourself a copy of Healing the Shame That Binds You by John Bradshaw. Absolutely amazing!
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But getting it out and sharing with like-minded people (like you’ve done in this thread) helps. So much respect to you for being vulnerable which in turn shows your courage!
What a polite way to tell us we're all misfits.If we got an accurate data collection I suspect our GG community as a significantly higher proportion of people with childhood trauma, neurodiversity and generally not fitting in with the fucking boring ‘normal’ people compared to the fucking boring ‘normal’ population.
So....pretend like it never happened and it'll just go away....nah, dawg. Doesn't work that way, well, unless you repressed the shit out of the incidences and have no memory of any of it... Does that happen often?my butler refused to cup my balls in the morning
While I'm not familiar with that book I have mixed feelings about this business of addressing childhood shame & experiences. I dated a woman who was repeatedly abused by her uncle and a few times by her dad and was going through the process of addressing that abuse while we were together. While I abhor abusers and do sympathize for those who've been abused as a child I do believe more harm can be done continually ripping the scab off by readdressing the abuse.
What a polite way to tell us we're all misfits.
Not saying to pretend it didn't happen but I'm also not into a culture of victimhood. I'd go to group therapy sessions with the ex and me and the other dudes there were literally hated by the counsellor and the other women just because we were men. The ex would also go to quacks, one had the theory that bad memories/experiences were stored in parts of your body. So he'd massage her left big toe with the claim it would release the trauma of her uncle diddling her and her right kneecap for when her father did it (I'm just picking random body parts but that was his game, I think it was just a scam to touch vulnerable chicks).So....pretend like it never happened and it'll just go away....nah, dawg. Doesn't work that way, well, unless you repressed the shit out of the incidences and have no memory of any of it... Does that happen often?
Everything you just described is fucked up. They can't generalize guys because of a few messed up ones. And the touchy, feely crap....never heard of it. I'm just saying, don't keep things bottled up inside yourself or, one day it's going to explode.Not saying to pretend it didn't happen but I'm also not into a culture of victimhood. I'd go to group therapy sessions with the ex and me and the other dudes there were literally hated by the counsellor and the other women just because we were men. The ex would also go to quacks, one had the theory that bad memories/experiences were stored in parts of your body. So he'd massage her left big toe with the claim it would release the trauma of her uncle diddling her and her right kneecap for when her father did it (I'm just picking random body parts but that was his game, I think it was just a scam to touch vulnerable chicks).
Does what happen often?
No, but also know when to STFU since the world doesn't need to know about all your feelsI'm just saying, don't keep things bottled up inside yourself or, one day it's going to explode.
That was uncalled for...No, but also know when to STFU since the world doesn't need to know about all your feels
It wasn't directed to you specifically, more of a general commentary that some of people's private life needs to remain privateThat was uncalled for...
The OP said there was a whole lot more he could have discussed, but he didn't. I'd imagine these sorry excuses for adults did it up big time. Just find like minded people and share, I think. Not on Facebook, no. But keeping some things to yourself will just backfire. My own opinion....It wasn't directed to you specifically, more of a general commentary that some of people's private life needs to remain private
How did your sister's respond?When I was a kid starting at 5 my parents divorced. We (sister ,me, mom) moved 8hours away. From the beginning I could tell that he hated my guts. But my mom was happy. And he was rich. He was the most spiteful person I’ve ever known. He too great pleasure in seeing me hurt. But he never put a mark where my mom would see. Except the time he got to carried away and left hand prints around my throat. When my real dad died as I was rolling on the floor bawling he graver me by the arm and jerked me in front of him and said. Stfu what are you gonna do cry all fuckinv day! He’s dead get over it. At that point he decided that couldn’t go to the funeral. My mother stood by him in any punishment. He had 4 daughters. Every Christmas they would come we would all eat and then everyone got there gifts. All the girls would get an envelope with $5000 in it and a card and I would get absolutely nothing. I just wanted to right that to let you know kinda how my life was at the time but here’s what I really wanted to say and I wanna know why they did it.. my step dad and mom would lay around on the couch and obviously out in the open in front of me (6,7— ) and fondle each other with there feet under clothes. And then they would go to there bed ( middle of the day) and fuck EXTREMELY LOUD and I know they knew I could hear. This happened for years . They hated me they would make me go to bed t 5 pm.
Fuck I kinda wanted to do tho anon. Clad I didn’t say more
They would leave the door open and NOBODY is that loud and descriptive
Shake it off, hun. Yes, sounds easier said than done, but what choice do you have, really? We are here for you and we care... You have this...I had an fucked up childhood too.
My mum died when i was young n my so called dad r in prison for murder.