I never heard of the "let's pants him!" before. I guess it was called something else in the '60s. I was stipped during lunch, in the lunchroom, by four seniors. Due to my private school dress code, I had a necktie and formal dress with a school blazer. I will not go through the moment I knew something was going to happen but I was left on the floor of the lunchroom naked and entangled in my attire. My shirt could not come over my head because of my tie and my hands could not come out of the sleeves because the buttons holding sleeves closed my dress pants could not come over my shoes. but I was naked for all to see. Some kids laughed others were affected in different ways. I was curled up in a ball until the assistant principal came and carried me out of the lunchroom and untangled in the school office for all the office staff to see. I was 14 and the school year just started. I had made it into 10th grade. The four seniors were suspended for a week and I wasn't in school for two or three. Where were my parents? probably in Florida. My mother had started staying in Florida for the winter when I was 13 and just entered high school. It was written off as mischievous student activity. So the school just brushed it off as a student prank. I was devastated but my gym teacher, (who I know now bought a yearly subscription to my ass) came to my defense. There was a problem with my sexuality that others didn't like. Like you, I was a very late bloomer. the only hair I had was on my head. The hair was long and blond and I grew to hate it and was scared to death with it when I went into the USAF at 18-1/2.NC-Survivor said:I remember once, in high school, I was riding an activity bus back home. It was a long ride - dropping kids off at their homes all around the county. Many of us were rough-housing, goofing off. 1 boy, about my age, was getting tickled by several girls. They held him down "let's pants him!" While still tickling him and holding him down, they started to work down his pants - enough to expose pubic hair. He finally got them to stop, but I was horrified! What if I was next? Thankfully they stopped that game and moved on to something else.
I only found out a few months ago that as a baby I was trafficked. I was taken from my birth country Norway and brought here to the US and sold to my parents. And I assume that's why there was no loving connection between us. This explains why there was a lack of love at home and just beatings by my mother. It's been a tough ride in the last few years and especially the last few months.
I have to apologize to my good friend Bri that I didn't share any of this yet with him. Sorry Bri, I'm just now falling completely apart.
I am so sorry for what you went through during your life. For me, I have to take reading about your past very slowly. I thank you for opening up like you did and I'm horrified at the progression of your abuse. I especially feel horrible at what was done to you and what I was forced to do to young children (maybe like you) when I was 14. I tried and failed at two attempts at suicide in the first half of my 10th grade school year.
I will continue to monitor this thread and the pain that was brought upon very young children and the aftermath of that pain. I haven't been this involved in MS for a few years now but never like what has been brought out in this thread. The damage to children brought on by older adults like fathers is very hard on me because I was forced into the same business.
I have to stop here, for now, I need a rest. I admire your courage in coming out with your past and your other links. It is very hard to read and like I mentioned before I intend on getting through all of it and any of the other stories of survivors of CSA.