When I was about ten or eleven, all my friends had these pokemon trading cards. I didn't. As a young kid, obviously I really wanted the cards so I could be included with my friends. My parents wouldn't buy them from me because they thought it would interfere with my studies and all that.

I decided to steal the cards from our grocery store. They ended up seeing the cards and obviously they knew they didn't buy them. They got really angry.

Usually when I did something really bad my father would have me go up to his room, take my shirt off, get on the floor, and he would hit me with a riding ccrop/whip thing. Sometimes until I bled.

This was the first time I had actually done something illegal. The store owner never found out about me stealing the cards but I really would have much rather that have happened than this.

My dad told me to take my shirt off and bow on the floor so I did. When I did, he starting hitting me with the whip and I don't know for how long I just know I was bleeding and crying.

When he stopped, I thhought it was over. I thought it was done. But he told me to stay on the ground and after a few seconds I felt more pain intensely from him, he was peeing on my back. It hurt me so bad in so many ways. He kept telling me he was doing it because he was trying to teach me how to be a good son and good person and that he loved me and was trying to help me.

It only happened once. I haven't told anyone, but thinking aboout it makes me feel like i can't breathe. Thanks for reading this. I wanted to get it out somewhere. I'm only 19 now. I still have contact with my father even though I don't live with him anymore because he pays my college tuition. Don't know what to do.