MorphinTime said:

Must be a secret

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Ima Trooper said:

Whats up with your avatar?

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penelope_tree said:

After years of therapy, I don't have any secrets from my childhood anymore.

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deCypher said:

Wiccan_Seeker said:

Reveal to us a big secret from your childhood, that you never told anyone.

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I'd rather not, as I'm pretty sure the statute of limitations will never expire.

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PreparationH said:

Welp, here goes, this is about to be pretty deep and long

My darkest days in my life were spent mulling over killing my father then suiciding for vengeance because he sexually abused a relative of mine. 

This lasted for a short period, running through my mind how I was going to just knock on his back door, force my way in, and finish us both off. I was contacted by my high school counselor, the same counselor my relative told he had been sexually abused,  and I told her of my plans(I was very close with this woman so I wasn't worried of her retaliating, though I'm surprised looking back she didn't get me into a mental clinic or something.) She told me if she could, she'd kill my dad but then really opened my eyes, I broke down in her office, I couldn't believe this happened....  She told me how this guy will be dead soon enough and that putting him into an early grave and killing myself only robs me of enjoying the rest of my life, brought up stuff like how maybe my future wife won't ever meet me, kids I could possibly father would never be born, all because of some monster who already tainted one human being...

Sadly, he's still alive today and it's been 5 years and court couldn't prosecute because their wasn't enough evidence.  I have a lot to be grateful for and I'm very optimistic, that week of my life was my darkest days and only 2 people outside of shroomery know this happened yet they don't know I was getting the ball rolling to check out of here.

I'm rambling but prior to that, life was good, I had a healthy family, we were well off, my life consisted of riding bmx and getting high with friends, every day felt like Saturday. It made my world crash down, I was at rock bottom mentally.  In the long run though, I believe it to have made me mentally stronger all around, showed me what is actually valuable in this world which is family and friendship.

I also get very annoyed when I hear people my age complaining about how they "hate" their parents.  Let me tell you, I hate someone, and 99.99% of the people who claim to hate, don't know what real hate is, and that's a good thing.

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Damn man, keep on truckin! It's good that you're getting to talk about this again. I'm sorry to hear about your situation.

PreparationH said:

Welp, here goes, this is about to be pretty deep and long

My darkest days in my life were spent mulling over killing my father then suiciding for vengeance because he sexually abused a relative of mine. 

This lasted for a short period, running through my mind how I was going to just knock on his back door, force my way in, and finish us both off. I was contacted by my high school counselor, the same counselor my relative told he had been sexually abused,  and I told her of my plans(I was very close with this woman so I wasn't worried of her retaliating, though I'm surprised looking back she didn't get me into a mental clinic or something.) She told me if she could, she'd kill my dad but then really opened my eyes, I broke down in her office, I couldn't believe this happened....  She told me how this guy will be dead soon enough and that putting him into an early grave and killing myself only robs me of enjoying the rest of my life, brought up stuff like how maybe my future wife won't ever meet me, kids I could possibly father would never be born, all because of some monster who already tainted one human being...

Sadly, he's still alive today and it's been 5 years and court couldn't prosecute because their wasn't enough evidence.  I have a lot to be grateful for and I'm very optimistic, that week of my life was my darkest days and only 2 people outside of shroomery know this happened yet they don't know I was getting the ball rolling to check out of here.

I'm rambling but prior to that, life was good, I had a healthy family, we were well off, my life consisted of riding bmx and getting high with friends, every day felt like Saturday. It made my world crash down, I was at rock bottom mentally.  In the long run though, I believe it to have made me mentally stronger all around, showed me what is actually valuable in this world which is family and friendship.

I also get very annoyed when I hear people my age complaining about how they "hate" their parents.  Let me tell you, I hate someone, and 99.99% of the people who claim to hate, don't know what real hate is, and that's a good thing.

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well god damn man.

Quote:

Dear Santa,

    I know my parents always leave you milk and cookies so you won't get hungry or thirsty while you deliver presents, but I think they forget about the reindeer.  There is a water hose outside so they can drink, but I'm not sure what they eat, so here is some money to buy them reindeer food.

Merry Christmas Santa,

MorphinTime

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I left the money and note under the tree before I went to bed on Christmas Eve.  I'm not sure what my parents did with the money since it was probably about 8 or 9 dollars in change, but I'm guessing they used it to buy me something later or put it in my savings.




My granddad had a pond in one of his orange groves which he stocked with bluegill and catfish for all his grandchildren to catch.  My mom and granny used to take my brothers there to fish during the summer when the weather was nice, and it was always a lot of fun.  One time my granddad was out there with us and I asked him what the biggest fish in the pond was.  He told me there were some big catfish, but the biggest were the grass carp.  I asked how to catch one, but he said I probably couldn't. 

So when one of my little brothers asked me the same question a few weeks later, I told him about the grass carp.  He asked how to catch one so of course I told him, "Grass."

So he stopped fishing with worms and for the rest of the day sat on the edge of the bank staring intently at the big piece of grass on his hook that was floating in the middle of the pond while I took the rest of his worms and caught a bluegill every minute or so.  That was a pretty dick move




When I was 4, I called my dick "my dinky," but that's not the secret.  At that age I started getting curious about these odd creatures known as girls.  My mom brought me to my great grandparents' house so we could eat dinner with my cousin (1.5 years older than me) and her family.  Besides my younger brothers who were 2 yrs old and newborn, I was the only male there at the time.  My cousin and I were eating in the den while the adults ate in the dining room at the grown up table.  I ate my food and brought my plate to the sink, but I had this burning question in my head so walked over to the grown up table.

"What does a girl's dinky look like?"

My mom, great aunt, granny and great grandmother all just kind of shifted their eyes around, not really sure where to go from here.  I thought it was strange nobody was answering me; it seemed like a reasonable thing to ask.  I was on the verge of asking again when my cousin walked over from the kitchen after putting her plate by the sink.

I don't remember what exactly was said or whose idea it was, but what happened next is pretty awkward.  My cousin and I ended up in the bathroom, pulling our pants down to show each other our junk while our moms waited outside the closed door.  We weren't in there for very long before we were told to come back out, but I was so confused in that bathroom.  What was I looking at? 

I asked my cousin, "So why did they cut yours off?"

"I don't know," was all she said.

We got dressed and went back outside to play after family-sanctioned-I'll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours-time was over.

I kinda wonder if I should ever bring that up with my cousin.  Could turn out funny, could turn out weird.