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I can't share details but can join the list.
I found out something quite distressing when I discussed it with my GP. He told me that he was shocked and heartbroken by the number of his patients who have told him that they had been abused. We have been living in a world where this has been and is going on all the time. It takes a lot of courage to share this with anyone else. It leaves scars that last a lifetime.
It started before I even have memories of it, and kept going until I was taken by the state and put up for adoption at age 6
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I was working as a bus girl when it happened. I was 17 and was the only girl in the back where the kitchen was. I would be loading the dishes in the dishwasher and as I was spraying the food off the dishes it would happen. This bus boy would grab my breasts over my shirt. He would always do it and all the cooks would laugh or just lear. So one day the bus boy went behind me and grabbed my tits I had it I was so pissed that none of the men did a thing to stop him. I turned to face the bus boy and grabbed a butcher knife held it up to him and he ran out of the kitchen so fast! After that I quit who needs a job like that anyway! Sure the manager wanted to know if I was ok but I didn't peruse anything I just left the job.
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I think most know the rough details, and I don't feel like repeating them. All I can say is that survivor's guilt is a terrible thing.
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I had a big scare when I was about 9. I was on a bit of a bike tour all by myself, without my parents' knowledge, feeling quite independent. I'm sure most kids do stuff like that at some point. The route I had cycled so far was the one I sometimes rode when I was meeting my father halfway on his way home from work in the next town. I was about 7.5km (4.5mi) out of town and for the way back I decided to take a different route, one that I only knew from the backseat of our family car.
When I was cycling along some woods a guy on a motocross style moped came riding next to me. He asked me if I wanted to join him on the back of his bike for a ride through the woods. The guy, the location, the fact that I shouldn't really have been there and the stories I'd heard about 'kinderlokkers' (literally: child seducers) made me feel quite uncomfortable, so I declined. And I declined again and I made up a story that my parents were expecting me home soon. Then the guy drove off, only to stop a couple of hundred meters further and hide in the bushes. At that point I freaked out, turned around and cycled back the way I came. The first kilometers as fast as I could, every now and then looking over my shoulder to see if he was following me. He wasn't.
Nothing had been pointing to anything sexual (yet). For all I know he may only have been interested in stealing my bicycle, but he was a creep trying to push me into doing something I didn't want to, at a location where I was vulnerable.
Around the same age me and a friend spend one or two nights at an uncle of his, uncle Bart. He was a very friendly uncle. He was also a attracted to boys our age. At the time that was not known to my friend's family, but looking back there were quite a few red flags. He was a sports masseur by profession and volunteered as such for a local youth soccer team. There was this boy our age that often hung out at his place (and who was also on that same soccer team). And uncle Bart used to travel to Sri Lanka once a year to work with kids there as well. Etc.
Anyway, we spend a day with him and the other kid. Had a great time, got a massage and in the evening he suggested the three of us lay under his solarium (he had a big one over his double bed). We agreed, but then he insisted we'd be completely naked. My friend had no hesitations about it, but I was very prudish as a kid. Yet, uncle Bart insisted and got me to undress anyway and join them on the bed, him being in the middle. Nothing happened, but I remember feeling very uncomfortable on that bed and was well aware that this situation was not considered normal.
Neither experience left a lasting mark on me and as an adult uncomfortable situations with pushy folks never felt threatening in any way, just inconvenient. So no #metoo for being a victim, but a #metoo for experiencing how predators hunt.
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I cannot change what happened in the past but I will not let what happened change and twist me as a person, I will live my life to the fullest despite the darkness of my past. He will never win, no matter how much he thinks he already has.
[Edited by Burquette. You have been baited. Drop the keyboard and walk away until the feeling passes]
A little kindness can be so valuable, yet costs almost nothing
In many countries being gay is a crime, and even in modern societies, politicians try to legalise discrimination. Your voice can make a difference. Have a look at All Out to find out how.
Hey... pssst.... that's an l (as in luscious) at the end of my name, not an i [Edited by Burquette to say:
You drive me nuts Patokl but I love you, man. I mean it you little bugger. My life wouldn't be the same without you.]
Edited by Burquette because there were quotes within quotes and other complicated stuff like time stamps. And this is a #MeToo thread, not a "Let me prove my point at the expense of the thread" thread.
A little kindness can be so valuable, yet costs almost nothing
In many countries being gay is a crime, and even in modern societies, politicians try to legalise discrimination. Your voice can make a difference. Have a look at All Out to find out how.
Hey... pssst.... that's an l (as in luscious) at the end of my name, not an i Some of you put waaay too much faith in Burquette's cool, calm exterior. She will fuck you up if you keep stinking up her #MeToo thread, even in the Spa. Seriously, I've seen her do it. She keeps a shovel and a bag of lye in her trunk.
Can't say you haven't been warned...
Edited by Burquette because there were mean things said, and swearing. And this is a #MeToo thread, not a "Let me prove my point at the expense of the thread" thread.
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[Deleted by Burquette because I like spankings. Extra hard.]
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.
Enough with this.
A little respect please. Nobody should be eating popcorn while reading this thread.
P.S. If you dislike how I edited this, please contact me OFF THREAD.