I posted this in a comm

Jan 12, 2005 00:48

I posted this in abusedboys

Well I'm a part of a multiple system. This is our journal and i saw someone had added this comm and decided to write in it. My name is Joe and I'm not sure about anything really but I guess I just wanted to talk some.



Okay so when I was a kid I was adopted by this woman who became my mother. I don't remember anything before her finding me so that all I know. She raised me and although I find everything normal the people around me tell me it's fucked up and wrong.

I mean I think she loved me. She took care of me when I was sick and sometimes read to me, you know mother stuff. What people tell me is weird is her having sex with me and training me in how to have sex and basically rape and torture other people. I don't find it odd and i did whatever she told me. I don't think I was afraid of her I just didn't and don't see anything wrong in it. I thgink it's normal and theres nothing wrong with it.

My mother died when I was 12 and after that one of her friends took care of me kind of. More of the whole- I lived in the same house but could do what ever I wanted, as long as it was aproved by him. Such as goin and having sex with a ton of people okay, picking flowers ... not so much. get it? It was interesting and I've been on my own since I was 17. I formed my own life and kept in touch with other people trained like me. You see my mother had a best friend and she had some kids so I know them.

Basically I lived like that untill I met Charles.. oddly enough I guess i'm atracted to him or something... he's my boyfriend now and he doesn't let me hurt anyone else, and gets kinda p;issed when i have sex with other people. It really messes me up because that one of the biggest things when i was a kid. not to be gay...and I guess i am. i mean i love charles so...

See I'm just confused and it's hard for me to talk about all this. I just don't know how to write about it....

aim= Edenangel88

Joe

comments would be nice...
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