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I love your little dog iaccus 
It was so thoughtful of that guy to go to the trouble of sending him to you ...
and there is no doubt that it was a kind and thoughtful thing to do ...
but it was not a trouble for him.
He saw an opportunity to do something nice ... and he did it.
It's just a little thing really ... no big deal right?
Wrong.
We all want people to care about us and we all want to care about others ...
and it's a shame to miss an opportunity to do a little thing ...
because little things matter.
It was so thoughtful of that guy to go to the trouble of sending him to you ...
and there is no doubt that it was a kind and thoughtful thing to do ...
but it was not a trouble for him.
He saw an opportunity to do something nice ... and he did it.
It's just a little thing really ... no big deal right?
Wrong.
We all want people to care about us and we all want to care about others ...
and it's a shame to miss an opportunity to do a little thing ...
because little things matter.
Guys, this thread is wonderful. One of the most distinct memories I have was my little brown bear named (albeit not very creatively) Teddy. With the chaos of my home, Teddy was very important to me.
I was around 4 when my abuser took him and told me he wouldn't give him back until I had agreed to suck on his cock. I was frantic and did what he demanded. When he was finished and flicking his semen into the weeds at the edge of the woods where he molested me that day, I asked for my bear back. My abuser (my oldest brother who is 11 years older than me) laughed and said he would give it back when he was finished with me.
I never got my bear back. And the Truth is, I struggle with making sure that my abuser IS finished with me. I still cant seem to evict him from my head. I have a tiny little penguin above the visor in my car. He's been there for years, moving from car to car with me. He has no name, but he's important to me. When I was in a REALLY bad wreck (the idiot drove through a red light at 35 mph and T Boned me) about 6 years ago, he was the first thing I saw when the car stopped and I wiped the blood and glass off my face. And before I grabbed my cellphone to call for help, I looked to find penguin.
Thanks SO much for this, both of you. It has been such a relief to know its ok. Im crying as I post at 5am from a hotel 4 hours from home, but this has eased some of my anxiety.
Thanks guys.
Zoo
I was around 4 when my abuser took him and told me he wouldn't give him back until I had agreed to suck on his cock. I was frantic and did what he demanded. When he was finished and flicking his semen into the weeds at the edge of the woods where he molested me that day, I asked for my bear back. My abuser (my oldest brother who is 11 years older than me) laughed and said he would give it back when he was finished with me.
I never got my bear back. And the Truth is, I struggle with making sure that my abuser IS finished with me. I still cant seem to evict him from my head. I have a tiny little penguin above the visor in my car. He's been there for years, moving from car to car with me. He has no name, but he's important to me. When I was in a REALLY bad wreck (the idiot drove through a red light at 35 mph and T Boned me) about 6 years ago, he was the first thing I saw when the car stopped and I wiped the blood and glass off my face. And before I grabbed my cellphone to call for help, I looked to find penguin.
Thanks SO much for this, both of you. It has been such a relief to know its ok. Im crying as I post at 5am from a hotel 4 hours from home, but this has eased some of my anxiety.
Thanks guys.
Zoo
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I had a small black and white dog named - are you ready? - Blackie. He was my confidante and healer when I would limp home after my perpetrator was finished with me. I'd
hold him and rock him sitting in my room on the floor by an open window. I'd promise him no one was going to hurt him the way others were hurting me. I'd pat his head and look into his glass eyes and for a moment everything was alright. My Dad left us when I was 10 in 1963. In her anger my Mom threw out any number of items that reminded her of her life with my Dad. Some of the things were old photographs - she burned those - some of my toys he'd given me "someone must have stolen them I don't know where they are" and my black dog. One more thing went - a 1956 Tonka pick-up he'd given me for Christmas when I was 3. I thought it was gone forever........until one afternoon last year I was walking along a street in a town not far from here in Seattle. It is a auto memorbilia store made out of a very old auto service garage - I think it was a Dodge Brothers dealer in the late 20's. There in the window, along with a lot of other postcards, Tootsie Toy cars and models was THE TRUCK. In it's own box! I ran in, literally, and bought it. $40.00 later I was holding it again. Do I need to tell you all how that felt? My truck meant so much to me - sometimes I talked to it, too back in the day. Oh, such a feeling!
So important to re-connect.
hold him and rock him sitting in my room on the floor by an open window. I'd promise him no one was going to hurt him the way others were hurting me. I'd pat his head and look into his glass eyes and for a moment everything was alright. My Dad left us when I was 10 in 1963. In her anger my Mom threw out any number of items that reminded her of her life with my Dad. Some of the things were old photographs - she burned those - some of my toys he'd given me "someone must have stolen them I don't know where they are" and my black dog. One more thing went - a 1956 Tonka pick-up he'd given me for Christmas when I was 3. I thought it was gone forever........until one afternoon last year I was walking along a street in a town not far from here in Seattle. It is a auto memorbilia store made out of a very old auto service garage - I think it was a Dodge Brothers dealer in the late 20's. There in the window, along with a lot of other postcards, Tootsie Toy cars and models was THE TRUCK. In it's own box! I ran in, literally, and bought it. $40.00 later I was holding it again. Do I need to tell you all how that felt? My truck meant so much to me - sometimes I talked to it, too back in the day. Oh, such a feeling!
So important to re-connect.
