SleepyMonkey
Registrant
The more I read these stories, the more I’m realizing that it’s pretty normal for the abused to feel great amounts of guilt from their past.
I feel guilt because I enjoyed the abuse. It was great and I thought I was special that I was “getting some” so young.
I feel guilt because I literally initiated the abuse when my sister (one of my abusers) would come home from college. I wonder if it would have even continued as long as it did if it wasn’t for me basically begging for it.
I feel guilt that even before I could legally drive a car I would be obsessed with finding quiet places in the woods or in public restrooms or other risky places to masturbate and daydream about past abuse.
I feel guilt that I become aroused even thinking about my abuse. I still have fantasies about being 8 years old and being “played with” by my aunt.
I feel guilt because I’ve broken my vows to my wife and met other guys in random places for mutual masturbation or oral. I’m not even attracted to other men.
This is what torments me.
I feel guilt because I enjoyed the abuse. It was great and I thought I was special that I was “getting some” so young.
I feel guilt because I literally initiated the abuse when my sister (one of my abusers) would come home from college. I wonder if it would have even continued as long as it did if it wasn’t for me basically begging for it.
I feel guilt that even before I could legally drive a car I would be obsessed with finding quiet places in the woods or in public restrooms or other risky places to masturbate and daydream about past abuse.
I feel guilt that I become aroused even thinking about my abuse. I still have fantasies about being 8 years old and being “played with” by my aunt.
I feel guilt because I’ve broken my vows to my wife and met other guys in random places for mutual masturbation or oral. I’m not even attracted to other men.
This is what torments me.