Got scarred for life, and it’s a twisted tale.

Back when I was just a little punk, they left me with a babysitter, barely 20, fresh-faced and clueless. Anyway, she crashes hard, dead to the world, and I stumble upon a porno disc, pop it in, and get an eyeful. Curiosity burns, so I sneak a peek under her dress to see what’s what. Boom—she catches me red-handed, flips out, and lays down some cursed wisdom: “Stick your dick in there, kid, and it’s game over, stuck forever.” That fucked me up real good. Since then, I can’t even get hard for pussy, no matter how hot the chick. Only head works for me now, and I’m just feeding it to the girls, no regrets. 😢
#trauma #wtf #childhoodscarred #taboo

Hell Unleashed at the Doctor’s Office

So, I dragged myself to the gynecologist, still a virgin, mind you. I plopped down on that damn chair, spread my legs like I’m auditioning for some twisted show, and this dude—yeah, a male doc—shoves his finger right up in there, no warning, no lube, nada. Boom, cherry popped, just like that. Blood starts gushing, and this asshole has the audacity to smirk and say, “Better me than some punk-ass kid in a filthy alley.” What the actual fuck?!
#wtf #MedicalNightmare #VirginNoMore #trauma

I still remember being in eighth grade, just a tiny thing, getting admitted to the hospital. I was young, but I’d overheard the grown-ups whispering about suspected cancer and the looming possibility of surgery. When I broke the news to my homeroom teacher that I’d be out sick, she gave me this cold, lingering stare. Then, out of nowhere, she launched into a grim tale about a girl from one of her past classes. Said the girl looked just like me, got struck down by cancer, strutted into school bald as a cue ball, and then—bam—dropped dead. To this day, I can’t wrap my head around why that grown-ass woman thought it was fine to dump such a gut-punch of a story on a kid like me.
#trauma #insensitive #childhoodmemories #wtf

Had a boyfriend. We fought constantly, everything was tense.Wanted to shake things up somehow, feel needed, alive.Met a guy online - just texting, nothing serious. For months. Seemed normal. Then we met.He bought drinks, was sweet, said nice things. Then... took me to an apartment with others. ******* ody asked questions there - they passed me around.It's been a year since.My boyfriend and I made up. He's here, loves me, trusts me. And I just stay silent.I can't tell him. And I can't forget.#trauma #silence #guilt #secrets #assault #canttell #livingwithit