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Old Jan 02, 2018, 05:41 PM
Loose Screw x 2 Loose Screw x 2 is offline
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Okay. This isn't easy to talk about as persons with desires like mine are often ridiculed by the closed minded and society already but, I will do the best that I can and tell you all that I know as far as what happened to me, who did it, how I was treated over it and what it felt like.
I have a foot fetish as well as knismolagnia (tickle fetish) that started when I was very young, barely more than a toddler because of something that I seen and a series of experiences that I had at that age.
I have revealed this part because it is a main factor in what I am going to talk about.

When I turned 12 years old I was already a decent artist. I mainly drew cars and cartoon characters when I started to go through puberty, like most boys my age I began to think about other things and I already knew from experience that what I was into wasn't considered as normal so I hid the pictures that I began to draw for my own entertainment so, that if anyone happened to come into my room they wouldn't find them and I would be safe from humiliation and ridicule.
Now also around this same time my mother was getting very angry with me because I would go into my room and lock my door when I wanted to draw or to be alone to look at my art work.
She would beat on my door and demand that I open it immediately so, I would have to hide all of my art and open the door. These interruptions were frequent and nerve racking.
She knew what was going on and I sensed that but, didn't want to argue about it for obvious reasons.
Even when I was a little kid and would draw stuff or react to things that reminded me of my fetishes, my mom and elder brother would act as though they thought something was wrong with me or would laugh at the pictures I'd tried to draw.
Getting back to the problem where I was a 12 year old though, it was very stressful and very difficult for me to have any kind of privacy to look at my own art and I was always terrified that my mother or brother would find it and laugh at my art and make fun of my desires. I was so scared that I picked really good places to hide my art and pictures cut from magazines and stuff but, one day about a year or two later (this was very long ago) my mother forced her way into my room by using a kind of lock pic and my brother was right behind her with a big smile on his face.
The dreaded day had come. It was horrible.
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I know that stuff like this is supposed to be extremely rare and unheard of but, I swear on my very soul and everything I hold sacred that this is how it was. My family does not want to believe any of it. As though it never occurred or that, I just misunderstood it. That's all. I would like to know if anyone else out there has experienced anything at all similar to this. Thank you for taking the time to read my post.
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