These "moments" were bestowed upon my by my stepmother and step siblings in my pre pubesant and early teen years. We lived in West Germany and I was 7 when my father got killed in an industrial accident. She, my two step sisters and brother began treating me like trash. They were all older than me and I was subjected to beatings by them especially my step brother. He seemed to get delight out of stripping me in front of his sisters. My step mother knew of this but never did much to stop it and she also spanked me bare bottom in front of the girls. As I got older it continued but the humiliation of it only mushroomed and I became an almost daily victum to their mistreatment which seemed to entertain them. I told my step mother many times of what they were doing to me but it feel on deaf ears. She worked everyday and was often away on weekends once the oldest step sister was in her late teens. Glenda was just as bad as he brother when it came to hurting me and embarrassing me. Fredric would beat me up and either pants me or make me take all my clothes off in front of the girls. As I got older they encouraged him to strip me telling him to make me naked. Glenda began spanking me with Fredric's belt and would hand it to Anna to also spank me. I was either stripped or forced to undress every wek for years and often 3 or 4 days in the same week. To make matters worse other female friends were also present when this was done to me. Many times Fredric would tie my hands to the stair banister and leave me standing naked for several hours at a time in front of Glenda, Anna and often other girls they attended school with. They spanked me all the time but they also tickeled me so much there was no laugher from me but rather tears. I was so embarrassed I wanted to die. You would think the humiliation would subside some after so many years but I became introverted. It went on until I was 14 and I was so dispondent I tried to kill myself. It was stupid but I taped a plastic bag around my head which fortunately didn't kill me. Anna found me unconcious and I spent a week in the hospital and was taken away from my step mother. I came to the US in 1981 and never returned to Germany and never saw any of them again. What made me write this is an article I saw in a magazine about a youg boy being tortured by his foster parents and it brought back bad memories.