Exisiting in the abyss
I am new here and I am praying for guidance.
I have just read, "It says, I have to be bad" post. I hope to be able to feel like that. The passion is so admirable!
I hope I do not bore you with my story. My abuse started with my father fondling and urinating on me very early in life, before the age of 3. During this time my mother worked from 11pm to 7am and my father worked from 3pm to 11 pm. Not only did he have the entire night with us, there was an hour of no adult supervision during the drive-time overlap. I was three and my brothr was 1.
My uncle the joined in the abuse picking up where my father left off. He had oral and anal sex with me. He would grind his groin into mind. He would ask me if I had enough to drink. Crap like that.
He lived at my grandmother's house and my mother use to beat me and my brother because we did not want to go to that house. Never once asking why we did not want to go.
That ended around age 8. Then at age 11 I was working one summer for a family friend. I became his whore. I remember laying next to him in his bed. My anus still aches thinking about it. thankfully it only lasted 3 months and I had the "pleasure" of my first orgasm during that time.
I am now 41. My wife and I are in recovery from an affair that I had. It ended 12 months ago and started me asking the question,"who am I and why did I behave that way?".
As I think back I cannot remember the majority of my childhood. Regretfully, more and more memories are coming back and they are not fun. The last memories were of my father urinating on me. That occurred three weeks ago.
I was just beginning to feel. Feel anything. Now I am numb. I have no emotions regarding my abusers. I can see them plain as day and it is as if it happened to a different person.
I could go on but I need to make an ill-fated attempt at sleep. Thanks for letting me share part of my story. I will not even get into my mother.
I have just read, "It says, I have to be bad" post. I hope to be able to feel like that. The passion is so admirable!
I hope I do not bore you with my story. My abuse started with my father fondling and urinating on me very early in life, before the age of 3. During this time my mother worked from 11pm to 7am and my father worked from 3pm to 11 pm. Not only did he have the entire night with us, there was an hour of no adult supervision during the drive-time overlap. I was three and my brothr was 1.
My uncle the joined in the abuse picking up where my father left off. He had oral and anal sex with me. He would grind his groin into mind. He would ask me if I had enough to drink. Crap like that.
He lived at my grandmother's house and my mother use to beat me and my brother because we did not want to go to that house. Never once asking why we did not want to go.
That ended around age 8. Then at age 11 I was working one summer for a family friend. I became his whore. I remember laying next to him in his bed. My anus still aches thinking about it. thankfully it only lasted 3 months and I had the "pleasure" of my first orgasm during that time.
I am now 41. My wife and I are in recovery from an affair that I had. It ended 12 months ago and started me asking the question,"who am I and why did I behave that way?".
As I think back I cannot remember the majority of my childhood. Regretfully, more and more memories are coming back and they are not fun. The last memories were of my father urinating on me. That occurred three weeks ago.
I was just beginning to feel. Feel anything. Now I am numb. I have no emotions regarding my abusers. I can see them plain as day and it is as if it happened to a different person.
I could go on but I need to make an ill-fated attempt at sleep. Thanks for letting me share part of my story. I will not even get into my mother.