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neonsparkles

When I was 12, I had some issues with my first periods that meant I needed to see a gynecologist. My mother took me to the guy who delivered me. DELIVERED ME. He spent thirty minutes doing the breast exam, with us alone in the room, while commenting my breasts felt artificial, would lose that perk someday, and so on.

I was molested twice by my cousin (on the same day). I have never told my family, only my spouse. I’ve had many reasons for it over the years; I repressed the memory entirely for a while, I doubted myself when I finally allowed myself to think about it, I didn’t want to harm the rest of my family, etc. I have also

Sometimes karma comes in forms that we don’t immediately recognize. Has she suffered from illness, poverty, or abuse since then? No. She has everything she wants, and on the outside it might seem unfair. However, she has no contact with her grandchildren and her only child (me), which means that as she gets older, she

I got my JROTC instructor fired and his teaching license revoked for sexually harassing a freshman to the point where she quit. There’d been rumors about him for years, but no one said anything to anyone who could actually do anything. After I went to the district army instructor, a dozen other girls came forward. He

I want to hug you and hold you and make all that go away.If I’d been personally acquainted with your family I would’ve punched her. Please tell me your mother’s life thereafter was not a pleasant or easy one. Please tell me karma beat her ass.

I was sexually abused from the age of seven through eleven. My abuser started with “oops” touching outside of my clothes, escalating to full blown rape by the time I was ten. I hurt, I felt dirty, but worst of all, I was terrified because he told me that I couldn’t tell anyone and if I did, no one would believe -

When I was a teenager I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. My parents sent me to a famous clinic to recuperate and be taught what my new life would be like as a person with diabetes. I was half blind and 30 lbs underweight from the high blood sugars. One morning, one of the doctors came to get me for an exam. He

When I was in high school, my ROTC instructor used to brag about this one time a female student accused him of sexual abuse, and how the entire community rallied around him to defend him to the school board and eventually shamed the girl so much she had to leave town. I always thought it was bizarre that this was the

I finally told my mother that a friend had tried to rape me 6 years after the fact. I blamed myself at first and was embarrassed. It takes a lot of courage as a victim of assault or attempted assault to speak knowing that you’re likely to be blamed for anything that happened to you. Telling your family took courage,

“Gary why? Gary why?”

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I would not. Reminds me of this. And I don’t blame the guy one bit.

I make this plea a lot, but please, Jezzies, leave the assholes and trolls in the grays. You’re not going to be able to reason with the idiot suggesting sexual molestation in America is a silly non-issue because of ISIS. You’re not going to successfully school the charming gentlemen who doesn’t believe victim blaming

Pet Semetary. God, he was such a little creeper.

Yes! that was the one that got me there was a piece in the Times apparently they caught a guy basically setting a baby trap in a park lots of nice shiny toys come over here and play little boy, massively creepy

Also fucked up - he looks way too much like this kid for my liking:

used other children to draw Prince George into view around playgrounds

I am a cook at a formal, fine dining restaurant. We don’t get a lot of kids in, but when we do, we will bend over backwards to make something they want to eat. Pasta? Break out the pasta roller. Fries? Start cutting potatoes and put a pot of oil on. Grilled cheese? Homemade sourdough and homemade butter. Sometimes we

The whole time I was reading that, I hoped the punchline was, “she took the sandwich box from the customer, rotated her wrist 180°, and handed it back with a cheery ‘there ya go!’”

Of all the stuff I would’ve imagined Australia wouldn’t have, waffles would not have been high on the list.