I remember that my mother still bathed me for a couple of weeks after the terribly abusive experience in the scout camp. I was 12. She called my penis "Your thing" or "IT". I guess the word "penis" was dirty. After the terrible abuse, she told me that IT
. She wondered why IT
was blue*. I told her I didn't know. I had experienced some terrible things. I was shocked and I guess she was too. That was the last time she ever bathed me. Of course she didn't know anything about what had happened.
worked well enough to be married and have 2 kids. IT
didn't remain blue.
It wasn't until 2 years after the bathing incident that I experienced puberty. She had some very wrong ideas about my sexuality. She said: "You'll be my boy until IT
gets down to your knees". I have to admit that IT
's still not there.
By her definition I would still be "her boy". Perhaps she was referring to my height at that time. I was probably 5 feet tall. come to think of it, IT's still a good way off.
Isn't it astonishing how parents can be so blind?
* In retrospect it seems that temporary blueness in an organ might have been an indication that I endured some stuff that had temporarily cut off circulation to my "thing".