Ya gotta love realizations!
During my mini-vacation, I had time to relax and just let my mind wander. And I hit another realization about my being gay and why I used to have such a problem with it.
It's two-fold. My stepdad was my first perp, but he was also a devout Mormon. And we constantly heard about the evils of homosexuality, so that confused me with his devoutness and what was happening.
The final abuser was the only one I remember responding to physically, as far as being sexually excited with requisite erection, etc. And because I was gay, I assumed that it was my fault.
Then it dawned on me. That experience is no different than a straight boy reacts to a female perp. So it's the same thing.
Now I can see him for what he was. Regardless of my sexuality, he was a perp who had no right to do what he did. And I do not have to feel guilty that I responded to the stimulation!
Gotta love it!
Marc
It's two-fold. My stepdad was my first perp, but he was also a devout Mormon. And we constantly heard about the evils of homosexuality, so that confused me with his devoutness and what was happening.
The final abuser was the only one I remember responding to physically, as far as being sexually excited with requisite erection, etc. And because I was gay, I assumed that it was my fault.
Then it dawned on me. That experience is no different than a straight boy reacts to a female perp. So it's the same thing.
Now I can see him for what he was. Regardless of my sexuality, he was a perp who had no right to do what he did. And I do not have to feel guilty that I responded to the stimulation!
Gotta love it!
Marc