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Opening up old memories... **Possible Triggers**

Permanent Linkby Arbie Wun on Sat Jun 08, 2013 1:50 pm

I was chatting on a social media with an old friend who I hadn't spoken with for many years, and we were talking about a lot of random thing and naturally started to talk about school because we have a High School reunion later this year.

As we were talking we began to discuss older and older things and suddenly I found myself remembering an event from very early in High School (here we tend to do High School from around 12 to 18 years of age depending on when you start school) It was a school camp early in the first year designed to help us bond as people because we came from a variety of schools and some travel up to 2 hours just to get to school each day.

It was an evening on camp and we had small cabins which were set up with bunk beds. It was midway thru the week long camp and several of the boys were being silly and started playing a game (I was quietly resting on my bed not even involved) The next thing I know I am involuntarily involved in the game which has suddenly become somewhat sexual and rather uncomfortable. Having my own issues relating to this matter further made the situation worse for me as these were young boys experimenting and learning for the first time in some cases. Little did they know that some have experienced the unpleasant side of the subject.

I fought as best I could but it was difficult when you had 5 boys against you and as it turned out you happened to be the smallest physically. I was smallest because when I was 3 I had been very ill and had to be hospitalized multiple times so my mother keeps reminding me. The boys forced me to partake in their unpleasant acts and it was a local boy whom I went to school with that stopped the event going further when he knocked on the door.

The boys all stopped and quickly got themselves respectable before letting him in. He knew something was up and told a teacher after he left (naturally the other boys were all in bed when the teacher arrived and the ring leader was removed from the cabin and forced to sleep in another which also had a teacher.

The event was the only one that happened on camp and it brought back so very many memories of other events, even now remembering them it is hard to not get oneself down and feeling badly.

The bright light at the end of a dark tunnel could be an oncoming train, but it could also be the way out of the darkness...
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