So my whole life I've been battling with people thinking I'm gay. I've always denied it. In mid july, my dad woke me up at 8 AM by pounding on my door violently. I said hold on, as I was shirtless and only in my boxers so I wanted to get appropriate. I opened the door and they began yelling at me because my room was a mess. They said to get down stairs and I did. When I came back up, I found that my step mom had gone through EVERYTHING in my room. The trash that was piled in my bathroom trash can was poured all over my bed. Glass bottles had broke (Coca Cola Vintage Bottles), my medication bottles were all over my bed. They definitely didn't show mercy.

So yeah, that in itself was pretty traumatizing to me. I was especially traumatized, because (this is really embarrassing to admit, but oh well) because I had 3 bottles of personal lubrication that they had found. After that, I felt like my 'innocence' had been destroyed. Why? Because I had always tried my best to appear as a good natured kid. Which I am; I never do anything wrong. But after that, I felt destroyed.

That's not the end, a few hours later, my step mom came in, and asked If I were gay, when I said no, she said are you sure. I can't even describe how I felt. The words destroyed/traumatized doesn't even come close to how I felt. I felt my whole world has just shattered like a glass mirror. I cried for hours after that happened, and right after it had happened, I cut myself. Very deep. In fact, 4 months after that, I can feel the scars it left. I'm still unable to get passed what had happened.

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