I've been reading Things boys discover
quite frequently and realized that I never had the chance to discover these things.
My abuser was a few years older than me. He was "the head honcho" of the group of boys with whom I would hang out. When I would have had the chance to figure discover, he was either occupying our time socially, physically abusing me, or I was "learning" so I could keep his attention for longer spans of time.
When I read Things Boys Discover
, I'm filled with sorrowful mourning. Am I alone, or does anyone else feel like this as they read the thread?