Jastiv {l Wrote}:I'm still not sure what the bad associations are with programming. I mean, I get that programming was an escape, and then one day, it just reminded you of everything negative.
I wouldn't call spending a decade sitting in front of the monitor, looking at code in the programming language that I hate,
suffering physical pain every time I press any key on a keyboard and chanting "as soon as I get eviscerated corpses of children on the screen I will be rewarded, as soon as I get eviscerated corpses of children on the screen the physical and mental suffering will stop, I won't need to program anymore, I will just kill virtual children for the rest of my life, I just need a couple more years, a couple more decades..." a pleasurable experience.
Now that my parents are dead, I want to draw, to play piano, to sing and dance. I don't have to suffer physical and mental pain of programming anymore. Granted, I don't know how to draw, my piano skills are beginner level, I need voice training (and most likely a voice surgery) to get a female voice and I never really danced in my life. So, gotta learn a lot from scratch.
Anyway...My last posts have been about sex work and my rampant desire for sex work got my therapist concerned. She decided to dig into it and after several questions that got more and more specific and made me pause longer and longer... it was uncovered that I was systematically raped by my father in childhood. It started when I was maybe 4 or 5 years old and ended when I was 15. So that's about 11 years of pretty much daily rape.
It made me feel like a bag of meat deserving only to be raped. That my genitalia is father's property. And only after he died I realized that his dirty hairy hands were always between my legs and they disappeared only 2 months after his death. I finally got control over my genitalia, took me just 30 years. And sex work was a perfect place for "a bag of meat to be raped". Yeah...
How the rape ended is a separate story. In 2006 when I was 15 years old my parents took me to psychologist to "fix" me because I was very bad at school, didn't give a damn about college or job and didn't fit their Obviously The Only True Way To Live A Life™. Well, some details were uncovered and psychologist threatened to call the police if my father didn't stop. He got really scared and stopped. Heh. He was very afraid of prison because he knew how child rapists like him are treated there. He used to talk about that all the time. Clearly projecting.
And myself as I watched the whole thing unfold I was like "Wait, what? That can't be... Wha?" But, as psychologist was hired by my parents, I treated her as an enemy so I decided to drop the whole train of thought because I didn't have capacity to think what my enemies are arguing about between each other. I still wonder why didn't psychologist immediately call the police. That would save me from so much. But the rape did stop. So thanks for that, I guess.
As I was in extreme shock from the session that uncovered rape, I just gathered e-mails from all people who knew my father (I got a bunch when dealing with his funeral) and wrote an e-mail to all of them outing my father as pedophile and child rapist. I got the thing public immediately, I didn't give a damn anymore. I'm tired of suffering in silence. No more.
So, yeah. Coming out as rape survivor... for the second time here. What my mother did to me when I was 2 years old was brutal, but it was a single episode, it wasn't for her sexual purposes, it wasn't repressed and I had decades to think about it and obviously it was one of the first things I told my therapist about. The father was an obvious pedophile on the other hand and carefully abused his parental authority to keep me silent and keep my thoughts repressed. His rape was a calculated crime. And he managed to die before he could be punished. He managed to keep me silent until his death.
Which brings me to one thing I need to do. This is a child-friendly forum after all. Children read it. And some of them might just need something I didn't have but badly needed when I was a child myself. A message like this:
Hey kids! Are you here to discuss such amazing games as SuperTux and SuperTuxKart? Nice!
However, have you noticed that your parents sometimes act weird? Maybe everything is ok but one thing is off? Maybe there is a daily routine that feels weird? Maybe you get to undress and your parent sees you naked? Maybe your parent touches you somewhere they really shouldn't and you feel very weird about it?
And maybe you feel that your private parts are a parent's property. Maybe you feel awkwardness, shame and guilt every time you take a shower and wash yourself down there. Maybe you feel lost and confused. Maybe you feel alone. Maybe you think that nobody will understand you and people will laugh when you tell them about your parents.
You are not alone. I've been there myself. I understand how you feel. And I'm not the only one. Find someone to talk. It can be school psychologist, a child protection services, a police officer. Tell them about that weird thing. Don't be afraid, it's not your fault. Some parents are just weird. People will listen to you and take care of the situation. Remember, it's not your fault. You deserve to be understood. You deserve safety. You deserve happy life.
Take care.If at least one child reads this message and calls for help, then I won. I could use my traumatic experience to help someone, maybe even save them. I don't get the backwards logic of "topics that are too heavy to discuss" where pedophilia and child rape were explicitly mentioned by Julius. If this topic will be silenced then no one will read my message, no one will call for help, no one will get understanding. They will be left suffering just like I was. Alone. Suicidal. Hopeless.
Lastly, even as child rape survivor,
I still stand by my opinion that pedophilia itself is harmless. Child rape is not. You like underage boys? No problem! Have a huge collection of shota hentai. Have tons of sex toys in the shape of boy's butts. Have sex dolls in the shape of underage boys. It's 100% OK.
Don't rape me! But my father chose to rape me instead. That is the problem. That is a big problem...