That was an honest, brutal, thoughtful, enlightening piece with a whole lot of self reflection and honesty. Memories written can be freeing and I respect the work you’ve put in and believe you’ve gotten a lot out of it. Thanks for sharing this.
Every day we wake is another chance we get to keep sanding down those rough edges and unstacking the bricks we’ve piled up around our hearts — for the little boy you were and little girl I was, we do it for them first. Thank you for taking the time to write and share this. ❤️🩹
Absolutely. It wasn't fair what happened to us, but we gotta do the work for those little boys and girls who didn't ask for it. So we create the least amount of harm we can before we exit this life.
Thank you for reading it and leaving kind words. I very much appreciate them and you telling your story. Keep telling it.
There is. I didn't know I was going to write it that day. I read Melissa's piece and I felt it raise up. I'd pieced together parts of it but I'd never put together in a coherent way.
I had friend tell me privately, a man, that he'd been molested. He wasn't ready to face it but he was thinking about getting help. Another friend told me of his story when we'd talked about it earlier.
My sister told me she was most likely molested as well. She had similar issues I did.
I think it's important to tell our stories. So others can tell their own and maybe gain a little piece back of themselves, if not at least some understanding how they got there.
Thank you for commenting and reading. I really appreciate it. And I appreciate you telling your stories.
Thank you for sharing your story. It was very courageous of you to write and share that with strangers. It provides a lot for others to think about and reflect upon in relation to their own lives. Not least myself. Thank you
I wandered over here after reading the post with this link in it. I almost forgot what I was thinking about the other one. 😆
This HAD to be difficult to write about, let alone be in the process of unraveling it. Man, if you're an old man, WTF does that make me? 🤣 I guess I'm ancient, huh? LOL
You've got a whole lot of life left to live, dude, and you'll sort this out and perhaps fall in love for the first time in your life. No limits. Been there, done that, and for other reasons, I think I may not find her. Probably my age and feeling my mortality much more then I did from 0-50. I don't look my age at all, but that doesn't stop a certain insecurity I feel. I'm also picky as all get out, and don't have time to be wasting on unsuitable women.
When the time comes, I'm going to introduce you to something that could knock that shit out of you in record time. Most women are emotional and need affection. Most men are logical and need respect. Of course there are a lot of people in between or crossing over. You'll figure it out, or something will intervene. What you went through as a boy was fucked-up, but just like you have done with many things in your life, you'll figure out how to not let it beat you. You'll then switch into being a survivor rather than a victim who has that shit running your intimacy.
8 years is a long time, but I've been there when I was going through homelessness and depression. Both ended, and I'm back to my usual self, but stronger. What doesn't kill you really does make you stronger ... if you understand it for what it is. THE PAST. I've got shit like that in my past, and perhaps I can brave-up and write about them. Kudos to you!
Thank you for the emotional labor it took to write this. I know it is not easy. Your words are brave, and I hope you’ll find, freeing.
It’s been waiting to come out. Reading yours spurred me to write it out. Again thank you for sharing your story.
Respect, man!
That was an honest, brutal, thoughtful, enlightening piece with a whole lot of self reflection and honesty. Memories written can be freeing and I respect the work you’ve put in and believe you’ve gotten a lot out of it. Thanks for sharing this.
Thank you for reading and the comment. I appreciate it. :)
Thank you for sharing your story 💛
Thank you for reading it. I appreciate it. :)
Every day we wake is another chance we get to keep sanding down those rough edges and unstacking the bricks we’ve piled up around our hearts — for the little boy you were and little girl I was, we do it for them first. Thank you for taking the time to write and share this. ❤️🩹
Absolutely. It wasn't fair what happened to us, but we gotta do the work for those little boys and girls who didn't ask for it. So we create the least amount of harm we can before we exit this life.
Thank you for reading it and leaving kind words. I very much appreciate them and you telling your story. Keep telling it.
I can tell the deep heart and care that went into this piece, Frederic. There is something so freeing about being able to tell your own story, right?
There is. I didn't know I was going to write it that day. I read Melissa's piece and I felt it raise up. I'd pieced together parts of it but I'd never put together in a coherent way.
I had friend tell me privately, a man, that he'd been molested. He wasn't ready to face it but he was thinking about getting help. Another friend told me of his story when we'd talked about it earlier.
My sister told me she was most likely molested as well. She had similar issues I did.
I think it's important to tell our stories. So others can tell their own and maybe gain a little piece back of themselves, if not at least some understanding how they got there.
Thank you for commenting and reading. I really appreciate it. And I appreciate you telling your stories.
Thank you for sharing your story. It was very courageous of you to write and share that with strangers. It provides a lot for others to think about and reflect upon in relation to their own lives. Not least myself. Thank you
I wandered over here after reading the post with this link in it. I almost forgot what I was thinking about the other one. 😆
This HAD to be difficult to write about, let alone be in the process of unraveling it. Man, if you're an old man, WTF does that make me? 🤣 I guess I'm ancient, huh? LOL
You've got a whole lot of life left to live, dude, and you'll sort this out and perhaps fall in love for the first time in your life. No limits. Been there, done that, and for other reasons, I think I may not find her. Probably my age and feeling my mortality much more then I did from 0-50. I don't look my age at all, but that doesn't stop a certain insecurity I feel. I'm also picky as all get out, and don't have time to be wasting on unsuitable women.
When the time comes, I'm going to introduce you to something that could knock that shit out of you in record time. Most women are emotional and need affection. Most men are logical and need respect. Of course there are a lot of people in between or crossing over. You'll figure it out, or something will intervene. What you went through as a boy was fucked-up, but just like you have done with many things in your life, you'll figure out how to not let it beat you. You'll then switch into being a survivor rather than a victim who has that shit running your intimacy.
8 years is a long time, but I've been there when I was going through homelessness and depression. Both ended, and I'm back to my usual self, but stronger. What doesn't kill you really does make you stronger ... if you understand it for what it is. THE PAST. I've got shit like that in my past, and perhaps I can brave-up and write about them. Kudos to you!