I was molested when I was 5 or 6 by a friend of the family and what little family I have left doesn't believe me. When I was 9 I showed what was done to me to another 8 year old and now that I look back I think I was just passing along the abuse, was I also an abuser? Now I struggle with intimacy and I have to know a person for a long time (half a year easily) before I trust them enough to have sex with them. If we're making out and they go for my pants I just freeze up in fear and have to explain myself. I've given up on the opposite sex for a while now.
I've had anxiety since the molestation, I worry about everything all the time, even when things are fine. It's gotten worse since my mid 20s, at least I used to be passionate about some stuff and had many activities and hobbies I enjoyed and could talk about but now all I like is weed, shit posting and time wasting actives like puzzles and sudoku. I'm boring and do nothing now. Everything else sucks and this fag planet should just be blown up. We're ruining it.
My dad was a workaholic and I barely saw him growing up, then he died to cancer when I was a teen. He always mourned how he didn't take care of his kid from a previous marriage, all while not bothering to mentor me. Fucking faggot, fuck you dad. My mom is slowly losing her mind and can't remember shit, probably at the onset of dimentia. When my dad died she donated $40,000 to a phony televangelist who's since been revealed to be a fraud, dad never allowed tithing and she wanted to make up for it, and now she's running out of dad's life insurance money and won't get a job due to chronic pain but also won't get on disability because it hurts her pride. Almost all of the rest of my family is dead. I'll probably have to take care of her eventually.
Wah wah wah, me me. I'm a loser and a faggot, but at least I'm not Opie, who's a coprophilic pedophile that bathes in baby shit every night, just for some sick sexual pleasure of his. This has been 100% confirmed, folks.
