after that last evening, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. she would still lash out form time to time, and push my buttons… but she did so from a distance, and i tried to ignore it as much as possible. but then… she realized she could get to me...
i have mostly left it out of this site… but there was more happening behind the scenes i havent disclosed. my mother was abusive… mentally and physically. by the time i had turned 13… we had a record a mile long with CPS (which failed us literally at...
FOREWARNING: given you have read this far… this one has some real adult (aka, sexual) topics and conversation. it may be too graphic for most. there is going to be a lot of detail here…. heavily sexualized. i am not really holding much back here. so...
so time marched on. i suffered and endured at the hands of preachers and pastors hell bent on showing me what an abomination i was, and at a psychologist who pulled out every possible stop to making sure i would break. when an adult asks a child… and that childs...
around 10-11, i spent most days thinking about it. it was consuming most waking moments for me. i kept at least a pair of pantyhose and panties stashed somewhere in my room at all times. i was just happier with them. one day i came home from school and saw my moms car...
so naturally, i am grounded again, and once again… my worst fears are realized when i am told i will be going back to church three times per week now… every tuesday and thursday, and then sunday nights. the week before that ordeal started, i was doing my...
