*Triggers Possible* Saw my uncle today.
Jacobsjourney
Registrant
I don’t know. Kind of confused and just emotionally exhausted.
I stopped by my parents today and when I got there they were in the living room hanging out with my uncle, my primary abuser. I haven’t seen him since before Covid and that was an awkward exchange/hug (long story for another time).
The moment I walked it my heart stopped, my throat went dry, legs weak and unfortunately my dick twitched. He always had that effect on me. I struggled to talk and hold a normal conversation and since I hadn’t seen him in so long my parents and he all wanted to catch up.
I went into the kitchen after awhile, got a drink of water and he walked him and did his usual poke and tickle my belly. This was our kind of (I don’t know what to call it, weird flirtatious exchange). He heat standing there, slyly adjusting himself and looking me up and down. He said I should hang out with him more often and that his place is always open.
I guess I’m just still excited, exhausted, nervous, mad at him, and always confused.
At the end of our conversation in the kitchen, he winked at me, and reached out and squeezed my dick like he used to. I pushed his hand away, but even that was to slow.
I wish that I could say that I wasn’t turned on. I thought that I’d be stronger to be able to finally not let him get to me like this. I wish I could say that I didn’t fantasize about him when I got home. I just hate that he gets into my brain like that.
I stopped by my parents today and when I got there they were in the living room hanging out with my uncle, my primary abuser. I haven’t seen him since before Covid and that was an awkward exchange/hug (long story for another time).
The moment I walked it my heart stopped, my throat went dry, legs weak and unfortunately my dick twitched. He always had that effect on me. I struggled to talk and hold a normal conversation and since I hadn’t seen him in so long my parents and he all wanted to catch up.
I went into the kitchen after awhile, got a drink of water and he walked him and did his usual poke and tickle my belly. This was our kind of (I don’t know what to call it, weird flirtatious exchange). He heat standing there, slyly adjusting himself and looking me up and down. He said I should hang out with him more often and that his place is always open.
I guess I’m just still excited, exhausted, nervous, mad at him, and always confused.
At the end of our conversation in the kitchen, he winked at me, and reached out and squeezed my dick like he used to. I pushed his hand away, but even that was to slow.
I wish that I could say that I wasn’t turned on. I thought that I’d be stronger to be able to finally not let him get to me like this. I wish I could say that I didn’t fantasize about him when I got home. I just hate that he gets into my brain like that.

