I think I foget how my teenager life once was.
Once, I almost hit one of our cats. She was bothering me when I tried to sleep and I shoved her away forcefully. There's also been a few times when I've thrown a cat down from my bunk bed. Every time, the cat didn't even do anything wrong, I was just angry about something else and took it out on them. I've probably traumatized them all because they run away whenever I approach. I've harmed my younger siblings too. When I was little, I used to push them to the ground and step on their heads for no reason. And even during my teen years, I've hit my sister a few times just because she was there when I was in a bad mood. I wish I knew how to make up for it. I've apologized to my siblings but that won't make them hurt less.
I'm fourteen and my penis is 17.25 centimeters ( 6.8 inches ) is that small?
I missed my teenage years because my parents expect me to act like them. As a kid, I stayed home in my house and kids are not invited in because my dad doesnt want them too. So i acquired an antisocial attitude until at my teenage years. Now Im in my 20s and i still feel like going back to my teens because I never had a social life in those times. When i was in high school, I wake up, go to classes, alone, then go home tired and sleep then do homework, social media where nobody talks to me then sleep. The cycle repeats everyday. Now its the same in college. Though a larger community, and when I approach people they were different, not a teenager mindset and I still am.. so im considered odd to them because I act like a teenager. But for me i feel like i was in a comma for so long woke up and suddenly people around me are different.. and as if i never changed. Just because I never had a social life in high school. And continues to be the same in college. Like now that im an adult and suddenly given a freedom, im adapting to my age how people my age act like but its honestly difficult. And i realized life does not exist without people around us. And all this time i was always been dead inside because life with people does exist as if i dont exist.
Its weird when I turned 21, it's when I stopped drinking and smoking all together.
Are Lego sets still popular? And do you think LEGO building sets/free build are relaxing or what’s your favorite relaxing hobby or stress relief hobby ?
Throughout my young childhood. I was abused sexually, verbally, emotionally, and physically by the people around me. I was seen as trash and a slut that could be used as a cock sleeve. Now I think of myself as a slut. I crave the feeling of being fucked because it's all I've known. I crave the pain that was given to me as a small child. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to experience the rape again. I'm a horrible person. I want to know what it's like to be forced again. I want to feel the pain of being held down as they use me. and I hate myself for it. I hate myself for exsisting. I hate myself for not fighting back because they told me they loved me. I hate myself for complying with what they asked, no matter how afraid I was. I hate living. I want to die.
My dad walks barefoot a lot (in the garden) and has really hard horny skin on his feet that's really scratchy. When moving around in his sleep, he scratches on the bed sheets, which leaves a lot of small holes on his side of the bed sheet. When I was a child, I didn't make the connection and asked my mom about it; she told me as a joke that the holes are there because my dad farts too much. Since then I always was afraid to fart when I had clothes on because I feared getting holes in them, and whenever someone else has holes in their bed sheets or pants, my first thought is still "they farted too heavily"
I wasn't sexually abused, but both parents walked in on me masturbating in the shower at different times, mulitple times, when i was around six or seven. an older cousin walked in on me when i was naked, i think i was 11. my brother's friend secretly watched me as i watched porn, i was 8. my dad confronted me about watching porn. actually it wasn't porn, just people kissing, but to him, it was the same. i had a panic attack and cried, hyperventilated, wailed, and tried to rip my phone out of his hands but I couldn't. my parents, i don't remember which one, put a vibrator in my room when i was young, before i hit puberty, and i started to masturbate with it a lot. then one day my mom sat me on her lap and asked me where i use the vibrator, she touched my shoulders, back, stomach, and asked, "do you use it here?" I said no. she put her hands on my inner thighs and said "how about here?" I lied and said no again, feeling ashamed and like my secret had been discovered. my parents went to therapy one year and came back acting really hyper sexual in front of me and my brother. they would make out, my mom would give my dad her bra and he would put it on his head and smelled it. when we went camping one day my dad asked my mom to give him her underwear and she said she had been wearing it for days, he said "even better" and started to sniff it right in front of me, i was around ten. they would make out in the car as me and my brother had no choice but to watch. i masturbated publicly in the pool using the water jets before i even knew what i was doing and my mom didn't stop me and tell me i should stop or that what i was doing was wrong. my brothers friend asked me if I wanted to get naked with him when i was less than 10 and he was around 13, i said no. that was that. i came home from school really sweaty one day and took off my clothes except from my underwear and laid down on the couch, my dad wasn't supposed to be home for hours but he walked in on me. my brother asked me to kiss him on the lips so he could see what it felt like, I didn't, it was probably a joke. i found naked pictures of girls on my fathers phone one day. i wore leggings one day when we were teenagers and my brother touched my butt. my mom walked in on me as i was about to masturbate. i was fourteen. i was under the bed sheets and i had a towel underneath me in case i squirted, the lights were off, and she came in to say goodnight, but she somehow discovered the towel underneath me and asked me what i was doing in a playful, creepy tone that told me she already knew. i was humiliated and stuttered a lie about how my legs were still wet from the shower. i was so scared after that that i couldn’t masturbate that night. i also remember taking showers with my brother when i was extremely young, probably less than five, he must have been seven or eight, and he peed and i think a little bit splashed on me and i made myself throw up, and my mom said that i did it on purpose, so my mom had been watching us shower together. i also have a weird, vague memory of being in the shower with a man and all i can see are his legs and his penis and the green shower walls. i don’t know if i just imagined this, or if i dreamed it, but it’s one of my earliest memories, i must have been less than four. it’s such a weird memory, it literally only lasts for two seconds. it’s just me in the shower with a man and looking at his penis, and then the memory ends. maybe my dad was showering with me when i was toddler and he thought it would be okay. i don’t know if it happened or not, but i remember thinking about this memory before there was any way i could have even known what a penis looked like. my family was quite dysfunctional and i began to masturbate whenever i was angry as a coping mechanism, however because of this my mind and body are messed up now, and now i automatically feel unbearably aroused when i'm angry, and i often have to excuse myself so i can orgasm. i haven't been able to kiss anybody, talk to boys, or date anyone, it gives me extreme anxiety. i am not afraid of men, however i am so insecure about myself around them, even though i actually think i'm fairly attractive. there's a few other things i can't bring myself to list on here do to shame. i was never touched, raped, or assaulted, but i still struggle with sexual things and i don't know how to date people.
When I was a kid, I'd beg my parents to let me take all my plushies with me to vacation trips. I thought they'd get lonely without me so I didn't want to leave a single one behind. I slept with all of them too. This memory comes to me whenever I see plushies.