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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Male / 46
My Childhood Abuse
I've never told anyone this untill now. When I was a kid between say 7-8 to about 13 my step dad physically and mentally abused me.
One game he liked to play was one man dodgeball. Where he had either a basketball or football and he would throw it as hard as he could at me having me to try and dodge it. I took many many many head shots all those years and to this day I have severe sinus issues.
If I refused to go along with his game he would tell me how my mother didn't love me and if I told anyone I wouldn't be believed because he made me perseved as a chronological lier. The second game he liked to play was it didn't matter if it was 90 degrees outside or snowing and blowing.
Anyway he would take me out to the shed and have me strip naked. Then he would tie me suspended from the ceiling by my wrists arms spread wide and then my ankles tied the same way suspended from the floor about 2 inches. He would shut the doors and leave me there for hours at a time.
I would scream so loud but never anyone heard me. I would start shaking myself as hard as I could to get the clothesline he used to tie me with to loosen to get a knot free.
Only once did I get free around 13 years old . It was summer time I ran naked as fast as I could to my grandparents house where I was met with how much of a lier I was. Even though you could see the marks on my writs and ankles from the rope.
After that he would just beat me with whatever he could but not enough to leave a mark that couldn't be explained.
He had a dog that was nice as pie untill he started giving commands and the dog would chase me and try to bite me. Chased me one time where I tripped and fractured my ankle and the dog caught me and bit me. The Dr was told that I had stepped on the dog being clumsy. That I had tripped twisted my ankle and the dog bit me out of fear.
It went on untill I was 18 and came home early from the farm job I had sick as a dog. Again I was a lier and was high or drunk he started beating on me. My mom was home and tried to stop him. He swung back and hit her .
I came off my bed and just went ape shit on him. Punching kicking scratching his face. I just karate kicked his ass in the stomach put him through the closet wall. That's some of my confessions about my life as a kid growing up with an abusive stepdad.
One game he liked to play was one man dodgeball. Where he had either a basketball or football and he would throw it as hard as he could at me having me to try and dodge it. I took many many many head shots all those years and to this day I have severe sinus issues.
If I refused to go along with his game he would tell me how my mother didn't love me and if I told anyone I wouldn't be believed because he made me perseved as a chronological lier. The second game he liked to play was it didn't matter if it was 90 degrees outside or snowing and blowing.
Anyway he would take me out to the shed and have me strip naked. Then he would tie me suspended from the ceiling by my wrists arms spread wide and then my ankles tied the same way suspended from the floor about 2 inches. He would shut the doors and leave me there for hours at a time.
I would scream so loud but never anyone heard me. I would start shaking myself as hard as I could to get the clothesline he used to tie me with to loosen to get a knot free.
Only once did I get free around 13 years old . It was summer time I ran naked as fast as I could to my grandparents house where I was met with how much of a lier I was. Even though you could see the marks on my writs and ankles from the rope.
After that he would just beat me with whatever he could but not enough to leave a mark that couldn't be explained.
He had a dog that was nice as pie untill he started giving commands and the dog would chase me and try to bite me. Chased me one time where I tripped and fractured my ankle and the dog caught me and bit me. The Dr was told that I had stepped on the dog being clumsy. That I had tripped twisted my ankle and the dog bit me out of fear.
It went on untill I was 18 and came home early from the farm job I had sick as a dog. Again I was a lier and was high or drunk he started beating on me. My mom was home and tried to stop him. He swung back and hit her .
I came off my bed and just went ape shit on him. Punching kicking scratching his face. I just karate kicked his ass in the stomach put him through the closet wall. That's some of my confessions about my life as a kid growing up with an abusive stepdad.
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