Your Happy Childhood

Twinkling_Butterfly wrote:

kstar22bassist wrote:I don't feel anything about it now, I didn't feel anything about it then... so I guess I've always been abnormal. *shrug*

kstar22bassist wrote:I seriously was a genuinely normal kid once. That crap happened, and I've been an actor in the role of "me" as everyone else knew me ever since. All real emotion I had was like the volume of a stereo being turned down so you can talk on your phone. The noise is still there, but barely. It's almost inaudable.

Sorry if this looks like nitpicking. I just had to. It's the nature of a skeptic.

Sorry, I tend to think of low emotional affect as being normal for me, not abnormal for others. My bad... so let me rephrase that 2nd one. I was a good kid with low emotional affect who was taught to behave in a prosocial fashion until a certain event occurred which left me wanting to engage in antisocial behaviors and creating a mask to mimic the person I had been before said event occurred. Better TB?

kanin wrote:I'm just a kitty cat who likes blood way too much.

Rowr

fiveintime wrote:

kanin wrote:I'm just a kitty cat who likes blood way too much.

Rowr

1 for me. My dad was an alcoholic who was physically abused growing up, mom was severely depressed. Once in a great while my dad would lose it and kick me across the room or something, but he always ended up crying and apologizing for it later. Same kind of thing with my mom...once in awhile I would refuse to go to school or whatever and she would go sobbing off to the bathroom to try overdosing because "none of her children seem to need her anymore," and I would follow along behind and stop her. Most of my siblings were older and we just did our own things.


Nobody tried to bully me more than once. I was more the bully. I was molested as a kid but it didn't do anything other than get me interested in sex earlier. I'm sure I was hell to raise, particularly when I was younger. I was always getting bored and running off to make conversation with strangers at the store. My friends would all go home for the night from playing outside and instead I would pick a door to an unknown house somewhere in the neighborhood and knock and ask if I could come in and watch tv and eat cookies until I'd hear my dad out in the street looking for me. No surprise I ended up in some pedo's house. I liked his lava lamp.

The only thing that really set me off during the entirety of my childhood was when we hosted a narc exchange student who showed up looking to get into Hollywood, and despite everything I did I couldn't get him sent back and out of my house and school. He had a habit of taking my sister's mirror into the shower with him, I'm assuming to practice smoldering looks. I had a habit of pissing in his shampoo.

Oh, the little games of childhood.

I was sexually abused by my baby sitter's husband. Oh, regarding the bully option: I was the bully. hehe. I loved bullying, still do

i was raped by one family member and molested by another when i was still in elementary school. i dont blame either one of them but it did mess me up. i no longer trusted anyone, i started doing drugs at a young age. i touched my friends private parts and made them play games that dealt with sex, like pretending we were husband and wife. i tried to control all of my friends and went into rage fits whenever anything didn't go my way. i would threaten my friends with violence so they wouldn't tell on me. when i was in middle school i started going to chat rooms to have cyber sex and get porn pics. my last year in middle school i had sex with a teacher. he asked me to stay after class because he saw that i was having problems. he asked me about how i knew so much about sex stuff and asked if i was sexually active. he asked if my penis ever got hard in school and if it embarrassed me. he reached out and grabbed it to check to see if it was hard. then he said he wanted to give me sex education and started talking about how it feels good when something goes into a guys butthole.... he kept me after class two more times during the year. once i went into high school i never saw him again. i joined soccer in high school and would seduce my teammates into having sex with me somtime during or after practice. i was turned into the team whore and was constantly called a #######1 in school, even by the teammates who would ###$ me.

childhood was alright, some parts better than others

^^^ Marshmellow, good story, thanks for that.

Molestation, and rape, and abuse, seems to be the common themes here. Sadtimes.

Lot's of interesting stories here - but it seems i would need to change my answer from 2 to 3 since everyone seem to connect common spanking and shouting with this 3rd - unhappy, mild abuse thing - it was all part of rising upa kid for me - but what do i know?

I am one of the normal kids here - i was a coward, shy, keeping to himself. $#%^ happened - at age 11 i had to suddenly man the ###$ up and here i am - cynical and bitter as ###$. What is funny - i do not find most of illegal activiteis to be funny - but i love to laugh at people, at their stupidity, pain and so on. Nothing helps my humor as thinging that while i was making coffee in the morning a child died because of lack of water (around 1 kid for four minutes) or laughing when telling people i am talking with how awesome it is to be alive when 10 african kids are dead. (only while i was drinking these 3 large beers).

No funny sex stories here - I find it disgusting - one gay guy who tried to pick me up (or wahtever you call it) almost ended mauled by me - almost since he was wise enough to listen to first and only warning i gave him. I find violence entertaining, but not against people i loathe - and since he was a gay guy picking me up - i loathed him instantly.

kanin wrote:I was told by my first therapist that I had to "forgive and forget." I forgave a long time ago but no, I will not forget. It should be "forgive and learn."

I voted 3. I find it easy to forgive. I have no strong feelings for my parents. I know I don't particularly like them, but that they did the best they knew how. It was a better beginning than may other kids get. Sorry to those who had it worse.

Yet I find it very difficult to imagine my parents ever forgiving me. This used to make me feel sad.

I would like to agree about the forgetting. Remembering can help avoid repeating past mistakes. But memories are subjective, and I question whether what I remember is true, or if it’s tainted by age and an upset child's imagination. There seems little point in clinging to the past when you cannot be sure whether it was real. (Especially if all the other characters in the memory deny that what you remember ever took place! )

Past history of sexual, verbal and physical abuse, coupled with a few things that a kid shouldn't have had to witness.