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Oct 02, 2016, 12:55 PM
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Member Since: Sep 2016
Location: US
Posts: 598
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I have not thought about that in awhile, until reading this thread. My childhood was pretty rough but i'll just talk about "my" contribution to the chaos. I've never told a T about any of this. And my parents never reported any of it for fear I would talk about things they were doing, or had done. By some accounts I was shy and reserved, because I could be when I wanted, but I could also let my hell raiser side out too.
Possible trigger:
From as early as I can remember I knew about sex, and not just old fashioned sex. I was in my first orgy around age 6 or 7 I think, with other kids similar in age to mine. I had friends who also always knew about sex and adult things, and we often sought privacy to engage in extra curricular activities. My mother was an alcoholic and we had a bar in the basement fully stocked. She taught me how to make frozen mixed drinks, and allowed me to drink them under supervision when I was still pretty young. I always made extra ice in the blender and stashed it in the freezer, as running the blender always drew attention and I wanted to drink at times when nobody knew about. I even replaced about a third of her peach tree schnapps and rum with water, so I could have my own stash in my treehouse. I often was hung over at school, and once burped real big and the teacher smelled my breathe and oh crap was I in trouble. My childhood drinking came to an end when my mother went into treatment for it, I was 11 I think. I stashed as much of her supply as I could, but it ran out. I had firearms as a young child, and often practiced shooting them. I once took a shot at a friends mom across the street, she was running so I missed thankfully but the police came and I thought I would have to go to a boys home but didn't. There were holes in my walls and ceiling where I had fired guns in my bedroom when nobody was home. When I was 13 I shot my dad, but it just grazed his head and took his ball cap off, I was a good shot but he was closing fast and I didn't get long to aim. Up till I was 10, I behaved at school but then I started raising holy hell in the classrooms, and spent time in detention, and in the police station across the steet from the school. They actually put you in a jail cell back then until 4:00pm if the school couldn't handle you. The school pulled me out of all classes to undergo psychological testing when I was in sixth grade. (Damn I'd like to know the results of that). I skipped classes, and skipped school days a lot. I often snagged the car keys and snuck out at night from the age of 12, ran from the cops and skinned up the car on a barbwire fence. But I thought I was a pretty good kid overall, I probably forgot a few things. SRS had me going to therapy weekly for several years as a child, but I toyed with the T's and never cooperated back then
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