I can't take it anymore.
theboywithnoname
Registrant
I guess I should keep my name a secret, but I will tell you that I'm 26. For most of my life I've had a secret I haven't revealed to anyone because of guilt, social stigmas and embarrassment. I was sexually molested and psychologically abused by my mother from my 8th birthday until I was 17 and moved away from home to get away from her and our constant fighting. I've never told anyone, because Mothers have a sacred place in our society. Point out their particular shortcomings, say for example your mother's overbearing demeanor, low intelligence, controlling attitude and manipulative tendencies, and you're immediately branded a scoundrel. "Don't talk bad about your mother" people always say, "Your mother is such a funny woman" they say.
She is nothing more than a goddamn rapist to whom her son was indistinguishable from a cabbage patch doll.
These people mock me but they fail to understand how this woman systematically suppressed every single thing I was passionate about in my youth. They cannot possibly comprehend what its like to be fondled when you had the chicken pox, or to have your "temperature taken" 20 times a day when you had a cough. They were never called in at 6 pm each night for "workouts" sans-clothing. No one seems to recognize that boys can be victimized by women as easily as they can by men. Its a double standard that has confounded my attempts to be taken seriously and only caused my hate for this woman to fester.
It is so completely frustrating for me to have to look this slag in the eye and tell her "I love you" for the sake of the family. It disgusts me when I see what her abrasive and controlling personality have done to my wonderful and brilliant father and my older sister who moved out at age 15, ostensibly to flee the beast.
I hate this woman that gave me life for countless reasons. I can never forgive her for the things she did to me, physically and mentally. I find often, in between dealing silently with the various battles I wage inside my head against thoughts I will never admit to thinking, that I wish for her death. I want her to die so I can spit on her grave or perhaps have her cremated so that I can relieve myself on her ashes.
Is hate like that normal? I feel guilty every day for being a bad son. I don't talk to her, except when I'm forced to. I avoid her physical presence at all costs. I find her utterly revolting and she recognizes it. She laments to my father, in tears by his account, that I hate her and don't appreciate her. Fuck her. The only thing I feel really guilty about is how my hatred for my mother has ballooned into an unintentional hatred of most women. Try being a straight man when you secretly suspect most women of being conniving wretches... its not easy!
And then I have the days where I say to myself, its not her fault. My mother was sexually molested too - I know this for a fact because the greasy bitch never failed to tell me about it in all the detail she could muster. I realize that its not her fault that she's so fucked up, and I should forgive her.
But I can't! Because I realize that she has fucked me up too, and I know that what she did was evil, even if other's don't believe me or think Moms are capable of such things. I know that I will NEVER harm my children the way I was.
But I wonder, am I capable of these kinds of things too? Its terrifying, and I hate my mother for it. I can't keep my secret anymore because its making me go mad. I came here because even though people don't think women abuse boys you formerly abused boys might still believe me.
Thanks for reading. I feel a little better knowing someone will read this. Would really like to hear about other men abused by mom or some encouragement.
She is nothing more than a goddamn rapist to whom her son was indistinguishable from a cabbage patch doll.
These people mock me but they fail to understand how this woman systematically suppressed every single thing I was passionate about in my youth. They cannot possibly comprehend what its like to be fondled when you had the chicken pox, or to have your "temperature taken" 20 times a day when you had a cough. They were never called in at 6 pm each night for "workouts" sans-clothing. No one seems to recognize that boys can be victimized by women as easily as they can by men. Its a double standard that has confounded my attempts to be taken seriously and only caused my hate for this woman to fester.
It is so completely frustrating for me to have to look this slag in the eye and tell her "I love you" for the sake of the family. It disgusts me when I see what her abrasive and controlling personality have done to my wonderful and brilliant father and my older sister who moved out at age 15, ostensibly to flee the beast.
I hate this woman that gave me life for countless reasons. I can never forgive her for the things she did to me, physically and mentally. I find often, in between dealing silently with the various battles I wage inside my head against thoughts I will never admit to thinking, that I wish for her death. I want her to die so I can spit on her grave or perhaps have her cremated so that I can relieve myself on her ashes.
Is hate like that normal? I feel guilty every day for being a bad son. I don't talk to her, except when I'm forced to. I avoid her physical presence at all costs. I find her utterly revolting and she recognizes it. She laments to my father, in tears by his account, that I hate her and don't appreciate her. Fuck her. The only thing I feel really guilty about is how my hatred for my mother has ballooned into an unintentional hatred of most women. Try being a straight man when you secretly suspect most women of being conniving wretches... its not easy!
And then I have the days where I say to myself, its not her fault. My mother was sexually molested too - I know this for a fact because the greasy bitch never failed to tell me about it in all the detail she could muster. I realize that its not her fault that she's so fucked up, and I should forgive her.
But I can't! Because I realize that she has fucked me up too, and I know that what she did was evil, even if other's don't believe me or think Moms are capable of such things. I know that I will NEVER harm my children the way I was.
But I wonder, am I capable of these kinds of things too? Its terrifying, and I hate my mother for it. I can't keep my secret anymore because its making me go mad. I came here because even though people don't think women abuse boys you formerly abused boys might still believe me.
Thanks for reading. I feel a little better knowing someone will read this. Would really like to hear about other men abused by mom or some encouragement.