The second to last time I tried masturbation was when I was really young, like 10. My parents found out and my dad removed the door from my room and I was never allowed to have a computer or privacy until after I moved out. He even set up a surveillance camera inside my room and made me leave the bathroom door open. Any time he even thought I was trying to masturbate, he spanked me until I couldn't feel my butt for the rest of the day.

Compare this with my brother, who I know for a fact has been masturbating at least once a day since he was 11, and when I told my parents about this, they bought him a lock for his door.

My dad has a stack of playboys in their bathroom, stuck pages and all. Meanwhile whenever my mother sees a mildly attractive man shirtless she pinches herself hard enough she could draw blood. And I had to explain to her what a clitoris was and what it does, to which she said she couldn't think of how that would be useful.

The first night I spent in my apartment after moving out, I tried masturbating again. The whole time I was laying there every little noise terrified me because I thought it was my dad, I gave up and just went to sleep crying.