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I've recently been introduced to this site, and I joined. I began to read and suddenly past events began to bubble to the top, things I had managed to bury deep enough so I wouldn't remember. So much for that. One thing after another. At 15 I was raped by ??, knocked out but woke with a dick in my mouth. I told no one since it was not done then - back in the dark ages. But today things came back that happened 3, 12 years before that. I have very deep trust issues; people I thought trusted me, don't. I won't tell my therapist because she is female and at times hasn't a clue about some things. Book learnin just ain't the same. Earliest involved a male cousin who tried to penetrate me at a swimming hole, the other later in a Minor-Seminary with peers. And then it goes on up to late teens and in the Navy. I have no one I can talk with locally, who can understand. This was all before I knew what gay meant and I was 21! Learned early how to either deny or obliterate. Now it is returning and I very alone. It was my isolation in the past that led me to alcohol which nearly killed me. I wanted to die, but didn't have the guts to use force. And I feel like the proverbial reed rattling in the desert wind, and no one to listen. "SCREAM," thy name is me.
Oh well, I'l make another pot of espresso and spin on my seat here and wonder. 'Mon dieu, mon dieu, pourquoi m'a tu abondonne.'
froggy12 in his boggy (it is raining here in MA)
Oh well, I'l make another pot of espresso and spin on my seat here and wonder. 'Mon dieu, mon dieu, pourquoi m'a tu abondonne.'
froggy12 in his boggy (it is raining here in MA)