All,

I want to write a longer reply but it's quite late now.

What impresses me right now is that there are too many people who actually enjoy it when others suffer. To them it doesn't make any difference that they are children or whatever.

There really is a category of people who are sociopathic. They are not properly connected with caring about people. A true sociopath can apparently demand sex and suffering from anybody. Male or female, child or adult. It bothers me that so few people know that this is true. Law enforcement people and people in the judicial system should understand about sociopaths.

I'm told that there might not be a real category of people who are truly psychopathic. Those would be people like Hannibal Lechter, etc. I think that there must be a category of this nature. I thought at first that my abuser when I was 12 must have been psychopathic, but now I think he would be designated as sociopathic.

I have read a couple books on this. The Sociopath Next Door is well written and it gives some detailed descriptions of how undetected sociopaths deeply hurt people they were involved with. It is not depressing to read.

http://www.amazon.com/Sociopath-Next-Door-Martha-Stout/dp/0767915828/

Puffer

Yes, severely. It was my father and his friend, every Sat. afternoon while my mother was gone to town with the 2 eldest children.
My father threatened my sister and I while he restrained us with electrician's wire. He restrained and tortured us with tools while his friend watched and laughed. It was like that final scene in "Blair Witch Project" where the boy waits in the corner for his turn to be murdered, except I always had to go first. I would faint and when my father was done with me he'd toss me in the corner like a used condom and have a go at my sister. With me unconscious they had only one kid to tend with during her turn. She was older than me. I was 3 she was 5 when it started.
You're not alone. We share your pain, man.

yes, i was

Yes. Sometimes as means to make me comply. Sometimes just because they liked torturing me. I learned to dissociate but sometimes it was just too much. I still feel ashamed of the times when I broke.