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Weird childhood

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....
 
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....

Alcoholic mum. Sucked gin straight from the tit ^^^
 
Our butler refused to heat up my underwear in the mornings.
my butler refused to cup my balls in the morning


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!
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 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.
What a polite way to tell us we're all misfits.
 
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.
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?
 
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?
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?
 
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?
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.
 
It wasn't directed to you specifically, more of a general commentary that some of people's private life needs to remain private
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....
 
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
How did your sister's respond?
 
Basically your mother didn't want to cross him, my brother's former partner left him about 3 years ago, they had a daughter together and she already had a young daughter when they met, he daughter was nice and funny but she had Aspergers, once their daughter was born my brother totally blocked the older girl out, if any small squabbles over toys or books happened, it was always the older daughter that was told to hand the item to the younger one, her mother was outnumbered by my brother and my nephew for a number of years ( before he married and moved out ) she knew it was a battle she'd never win... in the end she saved enough money for her and her daughter to get out of the house.... the younger daughter is now 18 and says she doesn't have a mum
 
There's a lot of pain hidden inside a lot of people. Sadly, it can carry around with you for many years. I carried internal pain from childhood abuse for so many years but something happened to my thinking after a weird mental breakdown and I started to really reflect and realize it was me that got me through life and all the shit I had to experience - and nobody else. We can be stronger than we think and don't give ourselves enough credit for our own resilience and strengths. If you can realize you don't need to rely on anyone else - you can move forward.
 
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