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My trial by fire when I was a kid
As a child I was a very shy, introverted and delicate boy, I didn't have many friends, I was teased by other kids and my father was very strict with me.
In fact, my father did not hesitate to beat me and use the belt on me, It bothered him that I was "weak like a female"; but there was one time when he was merciless with me.
I was 8 years old, and I was alone in my room, when my father came in, he ordered me to take off my shoes and socks and follow him into the cellar. Of course I obeyed (I was unable to rebel against him), so I followed my father barefoot and submissively. Once we got to the cellar I discovered that my father had prepared a bed of crackling burning embers, at first I didn't realize, then I remembered I was barefoot, like a cold shower. Trembling like a leaf I asked my father what his intentions were, he, without batting an eyelid, ordered me to walk on the embers with my bare soles. As you can well imagine, I, an 8 year old boy, fell to my knees begging him not to subject me to that ordeal, but he slapped me, pulled me up and started pulling me towards the embers keeping telling me not to be a sissy and to act like a man.
Of course in the end I had to submit to the order and walk barefoot on the burning embers. It was painful, I assure you it was, my delicate eight year old skin on my soles felt all the burning of the embers, and my father was annoyed that I was sobbing and moaning in pain.
He subjected me to three walks, and on the third he ordered me to lie on the bed of embers, I started to jump and "dance" on it, asking him why. He replied that as a softie I deserved to suffer. I danced on the coals for a few minutes until I couldn't take it anymore and collapsed to the ground, starting to massage my burned soles in an attempt to soothe the pain as I cried.
I still carry childhood shame that my husband has no idea about. When we were kids my older brother and I were coerced into fooling around while being recorded.
I hate myself that I gave into all the pressure and let my brother take my virginity. I'm deeply ashamed that I eventually went as far as continuing our behavior, without anyone else but us two knowing, I occasionally actually initiated inappropriate behavior between us which would have gotten us in trouble because we were specifically told not to do it on our own.
But we did many times and I was very hyper, touching myself in my bed at night, even after doing it with my brother.
I was out of control until I had my first period at almost fourteen. That just sort of interrupted the dynamics.
My husband has no idea at all and even though my therapist suggests that I tell him I feel that it's none of his business even though I am so broken with shame about all of it.
Why didn't you call the police on him? That's severe child abuse. I'd have killed him myself.
I was too young and scared to rebel against him. He kept me in check with terror until I was 12 years old :(
Everyone says I'm the president, yes they do, because our borders are under attack right now, yes they are and I'm gonna put a stop to it, you just wait, everyone knows it because they are saying it and they know I'll be standing at the border myself with my pants down, all the way down like everyone know I will be and I will be waving my, my small orange white boy pee-pee around and all those aliens won't cross our borders, no they won't but if the aliens land my brand new Space Force will stop them as long as I am the president because it's obvious nobody cares about my being a felon, people tell me all the time that they don't care. Melania and I are very happy all the time. She pegs me but that's ok, everyone says it's ok so she does it. America is great right now and I have to fix that. Putin is waiting and I have to go.
Remember, at some point he will be old and will fall asleep. Hold a pillow over his face using all of your body weight to press it down until he passes onto the presence of the Almighty. Then burn the house down and leave the USA quietly.
My father used to take me into the basement and make me have ** with the corpses of the girls who abducted! Then we would go out and shoot some hoops. I sure miss my dad.
Your father was certainly an **, but I say that similar tests of courage would be good for children, both male and female! These are tests of courage that strengthen the soul and character, to be submitted to the child after good preparation without forcing him/her.