Where to start?
My abuse started when I was very young at the hands of a family member. I repressed the memory of it to the point that when the images appeared I imagined that I had dreamt them.
My first sexual experience with anyone else came in the form of my best friend when we were in our early teens. We had sex as much as possible and in every possible way until we were almost 17. We both had relationships (as much of a relationship teenagers can have at least) with girls our age. He got a girl pregnant, moved in with her and we didn't speak again for years; thank goodness for Facebook? I never told him about the abuse I suffered as a kid until last year when I was trying to make sense of things. I asked him why we did what we did in his mind. He chocked it up to kids exploring. I'm not sure.
Fast forward to my mid 20s. I had had quite a few relationships with women, hadn't even thought of same sex encounters. I found myself married with a little girl on the way. She was the first person I had ever confided in about my abuse. My marriage was doomed from the start. She was much younger, looking for an excuse to not go into the military like her father wanted.
It was less than a year into our marriage that she began to be unfaithful, which immediately opened the door to my indiscretions. It started with old flames, worked up to one night stands, and eventually I began to look at gay chat rooms. All the old feelings of my teens came back. I wasn't actively looking for SSA but if the opportunity was to arise I would.
I was like a kid in a candy store, having sex with any girl I could get naked. I didn't act on any SSA urges until we were separated. I found a guy on adult friend finder and had him come over. We had oral sex and it was like riding a bike. That was the only encounter I had for years.
Fast forward to more recent years.
I met a girl and we love each other. I have told her about the abuse, nothing else. Not my history with other men. Not all of my promiscuity. So basically our entire relationship is a lie. I hadn't had any same sex urges for years, until our sex life began to recede. At that point I didn't even know craigslist had a personals section. I began meeting men for oral sex, I didn't care if it was reciprocal or not. Every time after I was repulsed by my actions. There is more to the story but I'm getting a long winded right now. I'll finish it up another time. Thanks for the forum.
My first sexual experience with anyone else came in the form of my best friend when we were in our early teens. We had sex as much as possible and in every possible way until we were almost 17. We both had relationships (as much of a relationship teenagers can have at least) with girls our age. He got a girl pregnant, moved in with her and we didn't speak again for years; thank goodness for Facebook? I never told him about the abuse I suffered as a kid until last year when I was trying to make sense of things. I asked him why we did what we did in his mind. He chocked it up to kids exploring. I'm not sure.
Fast forward to my mid 20s. I had had quite a few relationships with women, hadn't even thought of same sex encounters. I found myself married with a little girl on the way. She was the first person I had ever confided in about my abuse. My marriage was doomed from the start. She was much younger, looking for an excuse to not go into the military like her father wanted.
It was less than a year into our marriage that she began to be unfaithful, which immediately opened the door to my indiscretions. It started with old flames, worked up to one night stands, and eventually I began to look at gay chat rooms. All the old feelings of my teens came back. I wasn't actively looking for SSA but if the opportunity was to arise I would.
I was like a kid in a candy store, having sex with any girl I could get naked. I didn't act on any SSA urges until we were separated. I found a guy on adult friend finder and had him come over. We had oral sex and it was like riding a bike. That was the only encounter I had for years.
Fast forward to more recent years.
I met a girl and we love each other. I have told her about the abuse, nothing else. Not my history with other men. Not all of my promiscuity. So basically our entire relationship is a lie. I hadn't had any same sex urges for years, until our sex life began to recede. At that point I didn't even know craigslist had a personals section. I began meeting men for oral sex, I didn't care if it was reciprocal or not. Every time after I was repulsed by my actions. There is more to the story but I'm getting a long winded right now. I'll finish it up another time. Thanks for the forum.
