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#14403 - 10/22/02 10:54 PM thoughts ... **trigger**
jaketk Offline
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i believe i was about then at the time, not really sure. my father had found this woman who wanted me for the evening. night jobs were always tricky because people would think they could keep me the whole night, instead of the usual half hour, hour jobs. it was sometimes negotiable, but usually set in stone. the woman lived in a nice looking neighborhood of two-story homes. i remember i liked the way her house looked because of the odd shaped bricks. i wondered how it managed to stay up with all those funny shapes.

my father and uncle dropped me off and my dad walked me to the door. he always did that, if he was there. he gave me his watch, keeping time was my responsibility, and knocked on the door. this really tall woman answered it. she was slightly taller than my father. i had to tilt my head back to look at her.

at the time, i paid no attention to the glances they exchanged. real subtle dirty looks. the money was exchanged right there at the door. my father always insisted on getting the money first.

the lady took me inside her home. there were a lot of blinds, plants, and a lot of beige and off white. it was kind of dark inside, so everything had a gray tint. she didn't waste any time. she undressed me, without uttering a word, and when i was naked, she told me to turn around. she had been kneeling on the floor. she got up, and left me in the room by myself. i looked around, she had a nice looking kitchen and some funny looking exercise bike over in a corner. when she came back she had a few things with her. a strap, a dildo, and a strap-on harness.

she let the stuff fall to the floor then undressed. i watched more out of having nothing else better to do. like always, i compared her with other customers. i thought she looked okay. not very ugly, but not very pretty either. she asked what i knew how to do. i told her i'd do anything she wanted. she asked if it was my first time, and out of reflex i said yes. i wasn't supposed to say anything about previous jobs. she kind of smirked like she didn't believe me and picked up the stuff from the floor. i watched her put the dildo into the strap-on, and in some pathetic lapse of memory, i asked her what it was for. i'd seen the things before, but never a strap-on. i was being such a kid about it, half intrigued by what she was going to do, half concerned about the size of the sex toy. it looked huge, but then, i was a kid, so it might not have been.

she rolled her eyes at my question and told me to get on my hands and knees and she'd show me. so i did. i looked over my shoulder to watch her put the thing on. i was so fascinated by a woman wearing a dick. i think i might have smiled. she did.

i turned away, then felt her hands at my hips. she pulled them back, penetrating me. i don't recall any of the feelings, any of the pain. i just remember thinking "she's not all the way in yet. she still not in yet.' she took her time at first, going slow. i'm sure it hurt like hell. i tried my best to sound turned on by it. i could be a really filthy mouthed whore if people wanted that. i figured she did, because she got more into it. she popped me with strap dead across my back. i jerked forward, and she shouted something. she began hitting me harder, and thrusting harder. at one point, she hit me so hard with the strap, it flew out her hand. she continued to pounded into me, doing it harder and rougher. i remember her grabbing my shoulders and pulling back as she pushed in. i thought, "what am i doing wrong?' it must have hurt a lot, enough to cause my resolve to break, because i began to cry, and from that sob, and from that wail for her to stop. the more pain i felt, the more i thought i was misbehaving, but i couldn't figure out what it was. and she wouldn't stop long enough for me to calm down.

i realized that she wasn't paying any attention to me. i tried to pull away, losing my balance, and falling, but she kept going, leaning over me. the leather of the strap-on pounded against my butt hard enough for me to feel the stitching on it. she stopped long enough to change positions and then kept going. she was grunting various things, mostly about payback and a bunch of stuff i couldn't follow. she didn't actually stop until there was a knock at her door. she got up and told me to shut, and left me in the room on the floor. i managed to glance towards my behind. i didn't need to look to know i was bleeding. she came back and told me to get dressed, then left out again. i found my clothes and was able to collect myself enough to get dressed. she returned and led me to the front door where my father stood. he looked a little angry. i glanced at the watch, she'd run over her time by twenty minutes. my father had her pay for the extra time, and i'm assuming they probably exchanged those dirty looks again.

one the way home, in the back seat, i cried into my father's lap. crying wasn't much permitted, so i knew i'd get in trouble for it, but i was trying to calm down. in my childish desire to be protected, i muttered that i didn't want to go back to that house ever again. and, more because i knew it was an insult rather than actually thinking she was one, i called the lady a "fucking lesbo'. my father and uncle couldn't stop laughing, even once we got home. i got a bath and was had to do my uncle before i was allowed to sleep. i didn't get much. i stayed up most of the night. the bleeding never stopped, and i was constantly checking to make sure the towel i had stayed in place during the night.

i don't recall how much later, but definitely later, while laying in the bed with my father in the morning, i hear this voice. it says, "i'm a fucking lesbo, huh?' i look over my shoulder and there she is. i almost freaked out. she was in the house. my brothers were in the bed too, and she touched my younger brother, thinking he was me. someone corrected her, either me or my dad. then she reached for my baby brother. i grabbed her arm, and told her flatly that if she touched him, i'd kill her. my dad laughed, and she sort of did the same and left. i might have fell asleep, or my memory is just too shaky, but i recall my dad pulling out this wad of cash. he held up a fifty or a hundred dollar bill, i can't remember, and asked if i'd ever had that much money. i forget how i responded, but he said the money was mine. i knew then that the lady had bought me again. my dad said she'd gave him a grand for four days with me.

so i had to get up then, and get dressed and leave with her. i spent the next four days at her house. she took me to school for the first two days, then the weekend came, and she had me all to herself. it was more of the same, sodomizing me with that dildo. she liked bondage type stuff, especially the kind where the ropes are all connected, and pulling one makes the whole thing constrict. she was pretty good at doing that. and the whole time she ranted about her life. her parents, the rapes she'd been the victim of, the anger she felt, her being sick of men. she focused it all on me, doing whatever came to her mind at the time. she liked seeing me squirm. usually i could control my reactions enough that i wouldn't flat out panic, but i couldn't compose myself with her. i don't remember the feelings or the pain, just the things she did to me.

afterwards, when i was returned home, i was bleeding so much from my rectum that my uncle almost took me to the hospital. that night, my aunt tried to fool around with me, and the first time i'd ever seen this, my uncle beat the hell out of her for fingering me. i was hysterical, screaming and whimpering, and otherwise annoying my family, but i didn't get punished. my one uncle, second oldest, kept me the whole night, trying to calm me down. he gave me a bath, and let me sleep on his chest. he always hated anyone laying on him. it took a few weeks before i healed enough to where the bleeding completely stopped. about a week after the first four days, the lady came over and did it again, this time with my aunt watching just so she could laugh. she tried the strap-on thing herself, and i tried to play it off, but panicked again.

i was screaming as loud as i could. my grandfather eventually came in and told me to "shut the fuck up'. then he told my aunt to do it until i liked it. she did it until i managed to get used to the pain enough to control the level of my voice. i did stop crying though, but i kept whimpering, i just couldn't help it.

turns out, even though it was an insult, the woman was indeed gay. still is, she's not dead or anything. in fact, she was my one aunt's childhood friend. and she was raped by i think two of my uncles. as far as i've been told, her parents didn't believe her, and she's been angry about that since then. apparently, it was done, her rape, because she seemed more interested in my aunt than my uncle, and he wanted to try and "turn' her strait. totally absurd and stupid, even for my uncles, but they did it nonetheless. and this woman had all that emotion boiling over inside. she said so many nasty things to me about males. even though i was with her only a few times, i saw her often because my aunt had her over. and the comments would begin. she had me convinced i was somehow responsible for what happened to her, that i was damaged goods.

the way looking back on that makes me "feel' (i'm not really getting any emotional feedback from the memory. it could have just as well have happened to someone else) is like because of the way i was raised, the damage that has been done to my brain, the ass-backwards way i relate to people, if it can even be called relating, that i'm a wild card, to be thrown away. what made me think about this was watching the o'reiley factor last night, with him talking to a psychologist about the sniper. she said that people like that come from a history of severe abuse, torture really. she posed a question to him, that if as a result of severe abuse, an infant's brain chemistry is altered, and that infant can't function like the rest of us, what would he have done. his answer was to remove the child, both from the abuse, and from society itself. no help, no compassion, if the kid is a potential threat, keep him away. and i thought about my situation, and i definitely qualify.

i watched this history channel special on the spartans a while back. and one of the things spartans did was literally throw unwanted infants off a cliff. i thought about my past, and tried to honestly figure out how i'd feel if i was taken out of the home, and locked away in a facility with people who don't have to care about me, don't have to treat me humanely, and if they should abuse me, who'd even care. in that case, i'd rather be left at home than locked away because i was abused.

i don't express much anger, but what o'reiley said really made me feel like gutter shit. and thinking about that made me recall what that woman did. and that makes me think about my grandfather saying the only reason i was allowed to live was because i was a good fuck. the rage is right here, it's ready to be unleashed. i almost slipped today when my father told me the reason he allowed that woman to do what she did. he said he expected me to fight back. i almost slapped him. for two seconds, the man was truly dead meat, i would have killed him just that quickly. but i managed to calm myself before telling him to go fuck himself.

sorry to rant like this. and sorry if i triggered anybody.

jake


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#14404 - 10/23/02 12:19 AM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
Wuamei Offline
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\:\( Damn Jake what hell to go thru! Here's a gentle hug or a pat on the back or whatever you can take with my thots & prayers for you & for your healing ..........

Wuame

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#14405 - 10/23/02 12:21 AM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
Muldoon Offline
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Man your story realy made me think about what a fucked up world we live in. How can anyone be so evil to thier own kid. It sounds like you lived through a real HELL on earth. Glad you found this place to help in your healing. (((((jake )))))
Muldoon

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#14406 - 10/23/02 12:23 AM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
Cement Offline
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wow...I don't have any idea what to say. Except I am sorry, sorry that anyone would think it was ok to treat you that way.

Peace

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#14407 - 10/23/02 12:33 AM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
Roy Offline
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Posts: 184
Loc: Los Angeles
I just threw up after reading this. Literally. Now that that's over I will try to say something.

I hesitate to reply because I have absolutely no idea what it must be like to have survived something like you just described. How can I begin to offer you any good words, which I realize you did not ask for. However, I cannot help but reach out to you in some way because as one man to another, you are my brother, and you have suffered.

You are certainly not "gutter shit". You were an innocent little boy who was brutalized by severely demented sociopaths. You are an innocent young man trying to make sense of your world and find your place in it. And you do have a place. And you have much to offer, that much is very clear from reading your other posts. Of course you feel rage, rightfully so. Do the individuals (I hesitate to call them people) who tormented you and the other young ones in your family deserve to suffer and die? Probably. At your hand? No.

There is still hope for you. You are blessed with unseen gifts to have endured what you did and not have joined the ranks of your tormentors. To engage in any violent acts of vengeance against them, yourself, or others would be to reduce yourself to their level. Your abusers will have triumphed. Nothing will be accomplished but another life vanquished. Yours. Please do not remove yourself from our world, thus depriving us of your future contributions. Also, you seem to have something of a leadership role in the current generation of your family. It appears that your cousins and brothers may be looking to you for direction. You seem to be the outspoken one, otherwise they would be here, not you.

I know that you know that you need help in unraveling all of this. It will take time, effort, and extraordinary patience. The sniper we have all heard so much about is someone who did not get the help he so desperately needs, and probably had much less "raw material" to begin with. If you were a lost cause, as this O'Reilly seems to think about the severely abused, you would not be here writing about your experience. You would not be going to group therapy sessions with your cousins. You would not be concerned about helping and protecting your female cousin. You would not be worried about what is right for the nine year old boy you mentioned in another post.

I have no idea why you or any of us had to go through what we did. Except to say that there is evil lurking in the world, and anybody can bump into evil at any place, at any time. It is certainly not something that anyone deserves. You have innate value simply by virtue of having life, being alive and present on the planet. You do not need to earn that value or that life in any way. It simply is. It will be well worth whatever it takes for you to seek guidance from whatever source helps you to transcend your dreadful childhood. If you have to take time off from school, then so be it. Healing is your job right now. The rest of the world isn't going anywhere.

A book I would suggest you read is "Man's Search for Meaning" by Viktor Frankl. He is a psychiatrist who was imprisoned in nazi concentration camps and wondered why some people survived and led meaningful lives, while others withered and dies. He explores these issues in the book. It is a powerful and timeless read.

In the meantime, if you need to begin venting some rage, this is a good place to start. And you can start with me, if you want, by taking issue with anything I have said here that does not sit right with you. Losing you, in any fashion, would be a real tragedy. You are in my thoughts and prayers this evening.


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#14408 - 10/23/02 02:47 AM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
Harry Offline
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Jake,
I can't relate to what you've gone through; I won't try. I'm struggling to tell you what you want most to hear but I don't know what it is. I know you're probably not looking for pity, but it kills me that you went through what you did. I'm sorry. I think you're extraordinarily brave, and as a child, you astound me with how you were strong enough to go through a living hell and manage to become a person that not only continues living his life, but does so while at the same time making sure that other's lives are as safe as possible. You are an inspiration. Thank you for being here.

John_

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#14409 - 10/23/02 04:00 AM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
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Jake,

I dont know what to say except that were all here for you. You should add that stuff your Dad said to you about fighting back and that stuff your perps uncle said to her to the "lies" post. Sadistic pedophiles make up 8% of the perp population, mine was too. I'm sorry to hear that your perp turned into one from being the victim of one and maybe tried to turn you into one, but your not what goes down into the gutters.

Les_Angry


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#14410 - 10/23/02 10:15 PM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
orodo Offline
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May your strength grow. May I be so honored as to call you Brother, and Hero? Be well Be strong(er), Stay well, stay strongest. I won't and can't add anything else but my tears.

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#14411 - 10/23/02 11:27 PM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
RickL Offline
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Jake,

I agree with everything that's been said here. I read your post last night. I woke up at 5 this morning, thinking, incredulously, about your story. It is the only time I've ever literally lost sleep over a posting on this web site.

How would it be for you to prosecute all the adults you talk about and help send them to prison? To me, that's the only place they belong. I was thinking about what I would do if I lived in your town. Because I have an 11 year old son. And I don't believe he would be safe living in the same community as these adult predators you had to live with. I think it was one of the reasons I lost sleep. My opinion is: The people you describe--all of them--should be in prison.

Meanwhile, keep posting. It helps so much to talk about it.

Rick


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#14412 - 10/24/02 12:36 AM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
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all I can add here jake is..
((((((((((((((((((((((hugs))))))))))))))))))))))
Keep talking,
Your friend
James

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#14413 - 10/24/02 12:45 PM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
Lloydy Offline
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Jake
I'm lost for words, I couldn't read your story in one go.

But I'm glad I did finish it, your strength shines through all the crap like a beacon.

Long may it continue to shine on us.

Lloydy

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#14414 - 10/24/02 01:08 PM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
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----- AMEN LLOYDY and the rest of you too, Wuamei, Muldoon , Cement , Roy, mattandrew, Harry, Les_Angry, SoCalJohn, orodo, Rickl and James.

I don't know what I could add to the beautiful responses to your super human survival skills jake. May you find the peace you seek and so deserve. That little boy has a special place in my heart.
And I thought my family was the ANTI-FAMILY.
You are greater than any Michael Jordan as a hero. Bless you JAKE and bless the confused, hurt child you were. (((((JAKE)))))

you are all my heroes


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#14415 - 10/24/02 02:22 PM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
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Loc: south carolina
LOVE AND HUGS TO ALL MY BROTHERS (especially you, Jake!), KNOWN AND UNKNOWN


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#14416 - 10/24/02 10:39 PM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
Muldoon Offline
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Jake
I am sure that many who have read you post would love to see your dad and uncles in jail as Rick had said. But the most important thing is that you and your cousins begin the healing and get the help you will need to turn your life around. Now that you guys have grown and are away from those EVIL men I would hope they are not abusing anyone else at this time. Worry about getting the healing you need.
However if you ever find out that they are doing EVIL to other you must find the strength to stop them. Hopefully that day will never come but remember we are here for you. Be strong and begin the healing.
You are an inspiration to all of us.
Muldoon

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#14417 - 10/28/02 01:28 AM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
jaketk Offline
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i want to thank you all for the support. sorry it's taken so long for me to reply back. i've had a lot to do these last few days.

this experience isn't the worst that happened. i just wanted to stop dwelling on it, and it seemed the cleanest of ones to pick from that i could without being too embarrassed. i do want to apologize to those who read it and got sick, or felt ill, anyone i triggered, i really didn't mean to do that. it just, when i wrote it, i wrote what i was in my head as clearly as possible, i didn't re-read it, just posted it. i didn't realize it was so long either.

several things i want to say. i knew when it happened that it wasn't my fault. responsibility occurred only if i misbehaved, but i didn't. i did exactly what i was told to do, and what the customer wanted, so i knew it was being done for the money, not because of me.

i spoke with my father over these past days, and i've found out a lot about what he and my uncles went thru. long story short, my father didn't tell the woman that. he and my uncle kept talking about it thru the night, and my aunt heard it, and then told her friend. i think she was trying to get my grandfather to allow the woman to move in, so what happened with the woman was more of a pay off for what had been done to her as a child. it had nothing to do with me. she paid, and my father took the money, but otherwise, did nothing. this was because my grandfather told him to let her have me, and my father wouldn't cross him.

it sounds bad, but if you think about it, my father and uncles grew up in pretty much the same situation, only they stayed in the house longer, and they had no one like my youngest uncle to help them. the best way to explain their situation would be placing my father in my position, except he'd keep getting raped, not until he liked it, but until he no longer was bothered by it. kind of like how after a while, you can get used to a sore joint. you know it's sore, but it doesn't register as soreness.

i don't mean to try to make anyone sympathize with my father. it just, knowing what his life, and my uncles' lives, were like makes my past make more sense. my father is nowhere near being a saint, but he did as best as he could with what limited feelings he had. i think he could have tried harder, but then, i'm not him. however, it's because of the way he treated me, the small acts of sympathy and kindness that he managed to hide from my grandfather that i'm able to sympathize with anyone at all. they weren't always cruel, but their kindness was skewed.

all this came out because my grandfather is getting old, and needs to be taken care of. his whole support system, my uncles and aunts, they're abandoning him now that he's no longer all-powerful. and they're staring to reflect on their own lives, i guess seeing their own mortality, and well, they haven't been very kind people.

on a different note, my cousin, brother and i aren't going to attend the group therapy sessions. it was my cousin's decision. he said he couldn't handle it, which was a partial truth. fact is, he doesn't want to tell his sister those things. i feel the same way. my brother was the one to actually tell my cousin that friday's session was the last. understandably, she didn't take it very well. but, i have to agree with my cousin, it isn't just about her. it's about us. they're our experiences, and honestly, we've never really dealt with them. i think that once we have a better grasp on our own experiences, and what they mean to us, it'll be easier to be more open. k was upset by it, figuring we're still trying to keep her out. but really, it hasn't nothing to do with her. most of what happened with us was done for the sake of training us, for shits and giggles, or punishments, none of which were a result of something that had to do with her. in that, we're disconnected. no matter what is said, she'll never fully understand. hell, it's easier speaking about these things with my uncles than it is with her. all that matters is that we're there for each other. the past cannot be changed, and she's hardly bound to repeat, for various reasons.

again guys, thanks for listening, and thanks for the support.

jake


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#14418 - 10/28/02 04:03 PM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
Wuamei Offline
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Jake:

That's what we're all here together for.

Sounds like you made a good decision balancing the needs of k & the others with the need to take care of yourself. WTG.

Wuame

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#14419 - 10/28/02 10:36 PM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
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Hi Jake,
I hope that today is a good day for you.

It took me several times coming back to the page to read your story. All I see is an innocent little kid being tortured with lots of adults around and not one of them does a thing to make him safe.

Jake, I hope you can get away from your sick family members. I don't think they can be trusted at all. You really have so much to work on to get healed yourself.

You are really some kind of guy that you can talk to your father--father or not--I am sure I would get violent with him. I wish that was not the kind of guy I am, BUT when someone harms a child or a teen I just don't think I could control myself.

You are a courageous guy. You are an inspiration.

Bob

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#14420 - 03/31/03 01:23 AM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
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Oh god...

I am sorry to bring up such an old post but I found this in a search through the archives.

I did not have the exact experience but I had something close to it. I am so sorry for what you went through. I was sold when I was young too, by my mother. From ages 3 to 10. I understand so much what you went through...

This post was very, very hard for me to read and I had to stop several times because I could not take it but I did make it all the way through. I have not been able to read the responses yet. But just know what I understand, I really really do...

I am so sorry that happened to you. \:\(

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And our ashes will fly
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#14421 - 03/31/03 01:42 AM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
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I am so sorry for you as well - this is such hard stuff and the pain you endured is tremendous - but as horrible as this post is - the strength in it is that he was able to tell his story - and you are able to see that you are not alone - important steps in healing

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#14422 - 03/31/03 05:34 PM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
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jaketk,
I was so sorry to hear what happened to you when you were a kid. You were the adult in that whole messed up family. I am glad to hear that you are getting help. You are on a long road toward healing + we are here to support you all the way.
jaketk, you are so very strong to write this account of your childhood.
WITH MUCH LOVE,
Kim


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#14423 - 04/01/03 10:58 AM Re: thoughts ... **trigger**
Wuamei Offline
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Sick Puppy,

Bringing up old posts is ok, we can remember and learn a lot from them.

My mother, and others, sexually & otherwise abused me from about ages 2-11. When I was 11, my mother sold me to a gay couple to be raped. Don't remember if that was the only time, but I do know it was & will be the last time I was sexually abused by anybody ever again!

Fellow survivor, I hurt for you. Just remember that you have survived these horrors, you are indeed a survivor.

Victor

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"I can't stand pain. It hurts me."
--Daffy Duck

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