Get something off your chest.

[Big Pete®]

nvm I monged out.

Edited September 25, 2014 by Big Pete®

[The Don]

Holy fuuuuuuck that sounds so fucking eugh. I hate shit like that.

 

When my finger got basically cut off with a samurai sword, the sorest and most sickening thing that ever happened to me in my life, is getting injections into my open wound to numb the pain. Then being able to feel it all being reattached while I dare not to watch.

 

I'm getting all sweaty and light headed thinking about it.

Thankfully I'm pretty good at blocking out shit like that. I had to have some rather extensive dental work done a few years back and could feel them working in there, as Novocaine wears off pretty quick for me, but just zoned out to the point it didn't bother me. I have a feeling what I have done with my back will be more of the same,

 

This one time in 6th grade, I got super pissed for some reason I don't even remember and I threatened to burn down the school and the teacher misheard me as "I'm gonna blow up the school".

Not so bad. I got sick of the shit at school one day and threatened to shoot 4 or 5 people, to their faces. I had enough, went to the nurses for a headache to take a nap and the next thing I know I'm waking up from my brother throwing his boot at my head saying "What the fuck did you do this time and why are the cops looking for you?" Keep in mind this was only about a month after Columbine... But on the upside they had to pay for my home schooling the rest of the year and the next year I went to a school that ended up being what I needed and the best school I'd ever been in. Things work out funny like that sometimes.

[Mystiquε]

Monkeys peeling bananas from it's other end always had me thinking if the human kind truly is the supreme being.

[Sir Flash™]

This is kind of nsfw, so if you can't handle it, do not open....

 

I was just 7 years old in 1999 when my parents decided to move us to our new home away from Reid Boulevard, New Orleans, Louisiana... Hurricane George had just passed and our landlord "went kind of nuts" after he got divorced from my after school daycare caretaker at Parkview in Gentily (apart of New Orleans, Louisiana).. After we switched schools because of Districts, me and my sister started attending Resurrection Of Our Lord School..

One day on a weekend while my mom and dad were at work and our neighbors were on vacation, we were babysit-ted by their 2 daughters who were both in high school, they decided not to go.. We were all watching The Box (An music video station that was on Cox cable. It would later be bought by MTV and become MTV 2.) on their TV with the 2 sisters 3 little brother when the younger of the two sisters called me to the room. I was complaining earlier because I wanted something to drink because of thirst... When I entered the room, she asked me if I was thirsty and I replied with a simple nod (yes), so I approached her after she told me to "come here".

The older sister locked the door behind and she demanded i suck her tits for milk but I refused. I was then threatened that if i didn't, I would not get nothing to drink and they would lie on me to mom and dad that I broke the lamp their brothers just broke. So I cried and did what she said, she then forced my face on her vagina and each time i tried to back off, i'd get hit with a switch (its a small wooden branch taken from a tree used to punish kids for being bad). Whenever I started tearing up, the older sister would tell me to shutup...

Once it was all over when my parents came home I cried but they didn't know why, I did not know how to explain and all they did was say I didn't have my way with the toys their brothers had, an convenient lie. Till this day when I think about I have nightmares... Though I am no longer afraid of women, I still sometimes freeze up as I do not want what happened to me 15 years ago to happen again...

[AgeofSandow]

This is kind of nsfw, so if you can't handle it, do not open....

 

I was just 7 years old in 1999 when my parents decided to move us to our new home away from Reid Boulevard, New Orleans, Louisiana... Hurricane George had just passed and our landlord "went kind of nuts" after he got divorced from my after school daycare caretaker at Parkview in Gentily (apart of New Orleans, Louisiana).. After we switched schools because of Districts, me and my sister started attending Resurrection Of Our Lord School..

One day on a weekend while my mom and dad were at work and our neighbors were on vacation, we were babysit-ted by their 2 daughters who were both in high school, they decided not to go.. We were all watching The Box (An music video station that was on Cox cable. It would later be bought by MTV and become MTV 2.) on their TV with the 2 sisters 3 little brother when the younger of the two sisters called me to the room. I was complaining earlier because I wanted something to drink because of thirst... When I entered the room, she asked me if I was thirsty and I replied with a simple nod (yes), so I approached her after she told me to "come here".

The older sister locked the door behind and she demanded i suck her tits for milk but I refused. I was then threatened that if i didn't, I would not get nothing to drink and they would lie on me to mom and dad that I broke the lamp their brothers just broke. So I cried and did what she said, she then forced my face on her vagina and each time i tried to back off, i'd get hit with a switch (its a small wooden branch taken from a tree used to punish kids for being bad). Whenever I started tearing up, the older sister would tell me to shutup...

Once it was all over when my parents came home I cried but they didn't know why, I did not know how to explain and all they did was say I didn't have my way with the toys their brothers had, an convenient lie. Till this day when I think about I have nightmares... Though I am no longer afraid of women, I still sometimes freeze up as I do not want what happened to me 15 years ago to happen again...

that's a very sad story flash. I am very sorry that such a horrible thing happened to you.

[Yin Yang Bought In]

Holy fuuuuuuck that sounds so fucking eugh. I hate shit like that.

When my finger got basically cut off with a samurai sword, the sorest and most sickening thing that ever happened to me in my life, is getting injections into my open wound to numb the pain. Then being able to feel it all being reattached while I dare not to watch.

I'm getting all sweaty and light headed thinking about it.

Thankfully I'm pretty good at blocking out shit like that. I had to have some rather extensive dental work done a few years back and could feel them working in there, as Novocaine wears off pretty quick for me, but just zoned out to the point it didn't bother me. I have a feeling what I have done with my back will be more of the same,

This one time in 6th grade, I got super pissed for some reason I don't even remember and I threatened to burn down the school and the teacher misheard me as "I'm gonna blow up the school".

Not so bad. I got sick of the shit at school one day and threatened to shoot 4 or 5 people, to their faces. I had enough, went to the nurses for a headache to take a nap and the next thing I know I'm waking up from my brother throwing his boot at my head saying "What the fuck did you do this time and why are the cops looking for you?" Keep in mind this was only about a month after Columbine... But on the upside they had to pay for my home schooling the rest of the year and the next year I went to a school that ended up being what I needed and the best school I'd ever been in. Things work out funny like that sometimes.

its not that bad, except they searched my house and I had to go to court where it was like: lawyer dude "You're 13 right?" Me: "Yeah" then he ripped up the case and dismissed me.

[Big Pete®]

This is kind of nsfw, so if you can't handle it, do not open....

I was just 7 years old in 1999 when my parents decided to move us to our new home away from Reid Boulevard, New Orleans, Louisiana... Hurricane George had just passed and our landlord "went kind of nuts" after he got divorced from my after school daycare caretaker at Parkview in Gentily (apart of New Orleans, Louisiana).. After we switched schools because of Districts, me and my sister started attending Resurrection Of Our Lord School..

One day on a weekend while my mom and dad were at work and our neighbors were on vacation, we were babysit-ted by their 2 daughters who were both in high school, they decided not to go.. We were all watching The Box (An music video station that was on Cox cable. It would later be bought by MTV and become MTV 2.) on their TV with the 2 sisters 3 little brother when the younger of the two sisters called me to the room. I was complaining earlier because I wanted something to drink because of thirst... When I entered the room, she asked me if I was thirsty and I replied with a simple nod (yes), so I approached her after she told me to "come here".

The older sister locked the door behind and she demanded i suck her tits for milk but I refused. I was then threatened that if i didn't, I would not get nothing to drink and they would lie on me to mom and dad that I broke the lamp their brothers just broke. So I cried and did what she said, she then forced my face on her vagina and each time i tried to back off, i'd get hit with a switch (its a small wooden branch taken from a tree used to punish kids for being bad). Whenever I started tearing up, the older sister would tell me to shutup...

Once it was all over when my parents came home I cried but they didn't know why, I did not know how to explain and all they did was say I didn't have my way with the toys their brothers had, an convenient lie. Till this day when I think about I have nightmares... Though I am no longer afraid of women, I still sometimes freeze up as I do not want what happened to me 15 years ago to happen again...

Get the fuck outta' here... really?

[Yin Yang Bought In]

This is kind of nsfw, so if you can't handle it, do not open....

I was just 7 years old in 1999 when my parents decided to move us to our new home away from Reid Boulevard, New Orleans, Louisiana... Hurricane George had just passed and our landlord "went kind of nuts" after he got divorced from my after school daycare caretaker at Parkview in Gentily (apart of New Orleans, Louisiana).. After we switched schools because of Districts, me and my sister started attending Resurrection Of Our Lord School..

One day on a weekend while my mom and dad were at work and our neighbors were on vacation, we were babysit-ted by their 2 daughters who were both in high school, they decided not to go.. We were all watching The Box (An music video station that was on Cox cable. It would later be bought by MTV and become MTV 2.) on their TV with the 2 sisters 3 little brother when the younger of the two sisters called me to the room. I was complaining earlier because I wanted something to drink because of thirst... When I entered the room, she asked me if I was thirsty and I replied with a simple nod (yes), so I approached her after she told me to "come here".

The older sister locked the door behind and she demanded i suck her tits for milk but I refused. I was then threatened that if i didn't, I would not get nothing to drink and they would lie on me to mom and dad that I broke the lamp their brothers just broke. So I cried and did what she said, she then forced my face on her vagina and each time i tried to back off, i'd get hit with a switch (its a small wooden branch taken from a tree used to punish kids for being bad). Whenever I started tearing up, the older sister would tell me to shutup...

Once it was all over when my parents came home I cried but they didn't know why, I did not know how to explain and all they did was say I didn't have my way with the toys their brothers had, an convenient lie. Till this day when I think about I have nightmares... Though I am no longer afraid of women, I still sometimes freeze up as I do not want what happened to me 15 years ago to happen again...

no offense but WTF?

[Sir Flash™]

 

This is kind of nsfw, so if you can't handle it, do not open....

 

I was just 7 years old in 1999 when my parents decided to move us to our new home away from Reid Boulevard, New Orleans, Louisiana... Hurricane George had just passed and our landlord "went kind of nuts" after he got divorced from my after school daycare caretaker at Parkview in Gentily (apart of New Orleans, Louisiana).. After we switched schools because of Districts, me and my sister started attending Resurrection Of Our Lord School..

One day on a weekend while my mom and dad were at work and our neighbors were on vacation, we were babysit-ted by their 2 daughters who were both in high school, they decided not to go.. We were all watching The Box (An music video station that was on Cox cable. It would later be bought by MTV and become MTV 2.) on their TV with the 2 sisters 3 little brother when the younger of the two sisters called me to the room. I was complaining earlier because I wanted something to drink because of thirst... When I entered the room, she asked me if I was thirsty and I replied with a simple nod (yes), so I approached her after she told me to "come here".

The older sister locked the door behind and she demanded i suck her tits for milk but I refused. I was then threatened that if i didn't, I would not get nothing to drink and they would lie on me to mom and dad that I broke the lamp their brothers just broke. So I cried and did what she said, she then forced my face on her vagina and each time i tried to back off, i'd get hit with a switch (its a small wooden branch taken from a tree used to punish kids for being bad). Whenever I started tearing up, the older sister would tell me to shutup...

Once it was all over when my parents came home I cried but they didn't know why, I did not know how to explain and all they did was say I didn't have my way with the toys their brothers had, an convenient lie. Till this day when I think about I have nightmares... Though I am no longer afraid of women, I still sometimes freeze up as I do not want what happened to me 15 years ago to happen again...

that's a very sad story flash. I am very sorry that such a horrible thing happened to you.

 

Thanks man, this means a lot...

 

 

 

This is kind of nsfw, so if you can't handle it, do not open....

I was just 7 years old in 1999 when my parents decided to move us to our new home away from Reid Boulevard, New Orleans, Louisiana... Hurricane George had just passed and our landlord "went kind of nuts" after he got divorced from my after school daycare caretaker at Parkview in Gentily (apart of New Orleans, Louisiana).. After we switched schools because of Districts, me and my sister started attending Resurrection Of Our Lord School..

One day on a weekend while my mom and dad were at work and our neighbors were on vacation, we were babysit-ted by their 2 daughters who were both in high school, they decided not to go.. We were all watching The Box (An music video station that was on Cox cable. It would later be bought by MTV and become MTV 2.) on their TV with the 2 sisters 3 little brother when the younger of the two sisters called me to the room. I was complaining earlier because I wanted something to drink because of thirst... When I entered the room, she asked me if I was thirsty and I replied with a simple nod (yes), so I approached her after she told me to "come here".

The older sister locked the door behind and she demanded i suck her tits for milk but I refused. I was then threatened that if i didn't, I would not get nothing to drink and they would lie on me to mom and dad that I broke the lamp their brothers just broke. So I cried and did what she said, she then forced my face on her vagina and each time i tried to back off, i'd get hit with a switch (its a small wooden branch taken from a tree used to punish kids for being bad). Whenever I started tearing up, the older sister would tell me to shutup...

Once it was all over when my parents came home I cried but they didn't know why, I did not know how to explain and all they did was say I didn't have my way with the toys their brothers had, an convenient lie. Till this day when I think about I have nightmares... Though I am no longer afraid of women, I still sometimes freeze up as I do not want what happened to me 15 years ago to happen again...

no offense but WTF?

 

I still get nervous around girls and though I have had gf's, I just can't seem to trust women...

[Sir Flash™]

 

This is kind of nsfw, so if you can't handle it, do not open....

I was just 7 years old in 1999 when my parents decided to move us to our new home away from Reid Boulevard, New Orleans, Louisiana... Hurricane George had just passed and our landlord "went kind of nuts" after he got divorced from my after school daycare caretaker at Parkview in Gentily (apart of New Orleans, Louisiana).. After we switched schools because of Districts, me and my sister started attending Resurrection Of Our Lord School..

One day on a weekend while my mom and dad were at work and our neighbors were on vacation, we were babysit-ted by their 2 daughters who were both in high school, they decided not to go.. We were all watching The Box (An music video station that was on Cox cable. It would later be bought by MTV and become MTV 2.) on their TV with the 2 sisters 3 little brother when the younger of the two sisters called me to the room. I was complaining earlier because I wanted something to drink because of thirst... When I entered the room, she asked me if I was thirsty and I replied with a simple nod (yes), so I approached her after she told me to "come here".

The older sister locked the door behind and she demanded i suck her tits for milk but I refused. I was then threatened that if i didn't, I would not get nothing to drink and they would lie on me to mom and dad that I broke the lamp their brothers just broke. So I cried and did what she said, she then forced my face on her vagina and each time i tried to back off, i'd get hit with a switch (its a small wooden branch taken from a tree used to punish kids for being bad). Whenever I started tearing up, the older sister would tell me to shutup...

Once it was all over when my parents came home I cried but they didn't know why, I did not know how to explain and all they did was say I didn't have my way with the toys their brothers had, an convenient lie. Till this day when I think about I have nightmares... Though I am no longer afraid of women, I still sometimes freeze up as I do not want what happened to me 15 years ago to happen again...

Get the fuck outta' here... really?

 

yeah man :T

[Big Pete®]

Shit, i'd find the bitch and fuck her shit up.

[Sir Flash™]

Last I heard of her was around 2003, she got arrested for illegal possession of a weapon and got 4 years, do not know about now.

[Mystiquε]

This is kind of nsfw, so if you can't handle it, do not open....

 

I was just 7 years old in 1999 when my parents decided to move us to our new home away from Reid Boulevard, New Orleans, Louisiana... Hurricane George had just passed and our landlord "went kind of nuts" after he got divorced from my after school daycare caretaker at Parkview in Gentily (apart of New Orleans, Louisiana).. After we switched schools because of Districts, me and my sister started attending Resurrection Of Our Lord School..

One day on a weekend while my mom and dad were at work and our neighbors were on vacation, we were babysit-ted by their 2 daughters who were both in high school, they decided not to go.. We were all watching The Box (An music video station that was on Cox cable. It would later be bought by MTV and become MTV 2.) on their TV with the 2 sisters 3 little brother when the younger of the two sisters called me to the room. I was complaining earlier because I wanted something to drink because of thirst... When I entered the room, she asked me if I was thirsty and I replied with a simple nod (yes), so I approached her after she told me to "come here".

The older sister locked the door behind and she demanded i suck her tits for milk but I refused. I was then threatened that if i didn't, I would not get nothing to drink and they would lie on me to mom and dad that I broke the lamp their brothers just broke. So I cried and did what she said, she then forced my face on her vagina and each time i tried to back off, i'd get hit with a switch (its a small wooden branch taken from a tree used to punish kids for being bad). Whenever I started tearing up, the older sister would tell me to shutup...

Once it was all over when my parents came home I cried but they didn't know why, I did not know how to explain and all they did was say I didn't have my way with the toys their brothers had, an convenient lie. Till this day when I think about I have nightmares... Though I am no longer afraid of women, I still sometimes freeze up as I do not want what happened to me 15 years ago to happen again...

Now that's what I call a repressed memory.

[Codes.]

 

 

This is kind of nsfw, so if you can't handle it, do not open....

I was just 7 years old in 1999 when my parents decided to move us to our new home away from Reid Boulevard, New Orleans, Louisiana... Hurricane George had just passed and our landlord "went kind of nuts" after he got divorced from my after school daycare caretaker at Parkview in Gentily (apart of New Orleans, Louisiana).. After we switched schools because of Districts, me and my sister started attending Resurrection Of Our Lord School..

One day on a weekend while my mom and dad were at work and our neighbors were on vacation, we were babysit-ted by their 2 daughters who were both in high school, they decided not to go.. We were all watching The Box (An music video station that was on Cox cable. It would later be bought by MTV and become MTV 2.) on their TV with the 2 sisters 3 little brother when the younger of the two sisters called me to the room. I was complaining earlier because I wanted something to drink because of thirst... When I entered the room, she asked me if I was thirsty and I replied with a simple nod (yes), so I approached her after she told me to "come here".

The older sister locked the door behind and she demanded i suck her tits for milk but I refused. I was then threatened that if i didn't, I would not get nothing to drink and they would lie on me to mom and dad that I broke the lamp their brothers just broke. So I cried and did what she said, she then forced my face on her vagina and each time i tried to back off, i'd get hit with a switch (its a small wooden branch taken from a tree used to punish kids for being bad). Whenever I started tearing up, the older sister would tell me to shutup...

Once it was all over when my parents came home I cried but they didn't know why, I did not know how to explain and all they did was say I didn't have my way with the toys their brothers had, an convenient lie. Till this day when I think about I have nightmares... Though I am no longer afraid of women, I still sometimes freeze up as I do not want what happened to me 15 years ago to happen again...

Get the fuck outta' here... really?

 

yeah man :T

 

Is it weird by that point in time I was already like "boobies"? lol In all seriousness that is fucked up shit bro. Molested by a woman. At least it wasn't a dude. 

[Sunny]

Get ready, I'm about to wear different hats in this one.

Codes, you might think I'm in the wrong for telling you this and say "I don't know you or your life so don't tell me what to do bastard," but fuck that, I'm the most low-life bastard I know so you telling me that won't make any difference. You are going to be fine. This is a transitory period for you. Adjustments are a bitch. Stress on top of that is a real bitch especially coupled in with the tendency of you to be dramatic. It's all a matter of gutting it out and getting into a routine. Easier said than done, I know but, it will be a test that you are going to have to work for. I had to do it. So did everyone else. Once you have your routine, you can get on track. The body responds to habit so try to aim at the same bedtime every day and you won't need an alarm clock.

About the stress, not that I'm advocating it, Prozac does wonders and it all depends on if your connect has his connects who can deliver and isn't a priss fuck. Although, it may leave you prone to insomnia after a while making its use redundant in the first place because your routine will be out of balance. Just take this as perspective, all my friends ended up going to Dartmouth, UPenn, Princeton, Cornell, Carnegie Mellon, Washington University and Harvard because I took high school lightly. I was in a good position to go anywhere I wanted but my GPA wasn't up to par with Ivy League all because I was a lazy prick. If you think you hate life, I was tired of constantly hearing how bad of a fuck up I was from my parents to co-workers to people I knew. Not that I'm writing to stroke my ego and have a big cock contest, but I ended up going to second tier school when I could have amounted to so much more and I have no one to blame but myself. But, it's just the fact that I'm doing something that keeps my sanity. There so many from my school that are dead or are dying and to think that I'm at least not them keeps me going.

I know you want to dedicate your life to cancer research and it is a daunting task. It takes a special human being to take it upon himself to research this. I wish I could do it, but I know studying in biology, chemistry, calculus, and physics is for a defined mind. But, having a trendy teen "FML" way of approaching such a monumental task won't do you any good. Look into a scholarship program that gives the opportunity for you to get a master's in science like the Frost Scholarship program after you've done your bachelor's. Of course, this will all depend on what kind of person you are and what you make of yourself because I knew this depressed girl who would throw tantrums 'cause of "Bs". All it took was someone to tell her that they doubted her that she proved me wrong and went to John Hopkins at the end of it all.

So, let me be that one to say, Codes, I DOUBT YOU! You do whatever you want with that. But, don't forget to channel it to your liking and turn that into something that will make me eat shit and you proving me wrong.

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Donny, you tough sumbitch. You just can't be put down. It's funny you say that 'cause there was this guy I knew who was missing his right arm and I would always try to get the door or get his books if it fell but, he always shoved me off. I just thought he was an asshole but, I forgot he had a bit more to prove and not for people to give him sympathy. How are those back pads still treating you? It'd be a shame if you were to grow tolerant. I knew a mate who got into a car crash but, symptoms of chronic back pain returned years later. All it took was months of going to the chiropractor that did the trick which was covered by his insurance. But, his case is different from yours where he has an office job while you're doing heavy lifting. But, won't surgery be the better option or does it come with its risk that you can possibly be confined to a wheelchair? A lumbar epidural seems like a temporary solution.

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Flash, I like a good molestation story like anybody else, but, be thankful that it was from a girl and not an uncle or anybody else. If you have her full name and any more information, I can probably look her up and send her a surprise. It's pleasing to see you in kindred spirits as well. You seem to have a good demeanor on here for the most part or else you might be releasing repressed memories in the form of flaming. We knew a bigpoppn who did just that and he was raped continuously.

Edited September 25, 2014 by Sunny Dre Carter III

[Codes.]

Get ready, I'm about to wear different hats in this one.

Codes, you might think I'm in the wrong for telling you this and say "I don't know you or your life so don't tell me what to do bastard," but fuck that, I'm the most low-life bastard I know so you telling me that won't make any difference. You are going to be fine. This is a transitory period for you. Adjustments are a bitch. Stress on top of that is a real bitch especially coupled in with the tendency of you to be dramatic. It's all a matter of gutting it out and getting into a routine. Easier said than done, I know but, it will be a test that you are going to have to work for. I had to do it. So did everyone else. Once you have your routine, you can get on track. The body responds to habit so try to aim at the same bedtime every day and you won't need an alarm clock.

About the stress, not that I'm advocating it, Prozac does wonders and it all depends on if your connect has his connects who can deliver and isn't a priss fuck. Although, it may leave you prone to insomnia after a while making its use redundant in the first place because your routine will be out of balance. Just take this as perspective, all my friends ended up going to Dartmouth, UPenn, Princeton, Cornell, Carnegie Mellon, Washington University and Harvard because I took high school lightly. I was in a good position to go anywhere I wanted but my GPA wasn't up to par with Ivy League all because I was a lazy prick. If you think you hate life, I was tired of constantly hearing how bad of a fuck up I was from my parents to co-workers to people I knew. Not that I'm writing to stroke my ego and have a big cock contest, but I ended up going to second tier school when I could have amounted to so much more and I have no one to blame but myself. But, it's just the fact that I'm doing something that keeps my sanity. There so many from my school that are dead or are dying and to think that I'm at least not them keeps me going.

I know you want to dedicate your life to cancer research and it is a daunting task. It takes a special human being to take it upon himself to research this. I wish I could do it, but I know studying in biology, chemistry, calculus, and physics is for a defined mind. But, having a trendy teen "FML" way of approaching such a monumental task won't do you any good. Look into a scholarship program that gives the opportunity for you to get a master's in science like the Frost Scholarship program after you've done your bachelor's. Of course, this will all depend on what kind of person you are and what you make of yourself because I knew this depressed girl who would throw tantrums 'cause of "Bs". All it took was someone to tell her that they doubted her that she proved me wrong and went to John Hopkins at the end of it all.

So, let me be that one to say, Codes, I DOUBT YOU! You do whatever you want with that. But, don't forget to channel it to your liking and turn that into something that will make me eat shit and you proving me wrong.

 

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I'm fine. Like I said. It's about 75% of the time. It's mostly due to Cabin Fever and Anxiety Disorder.

[Sunny]

Seasonal Affected Disorder? Where you at?

[Codes.]

Seasonal Affected Disorder? Where you at?

Northeast Ohio. I'm impressed you know the technical term for a disorder that isn't widely accepted to be real.

Edited September 25, 2014 by Codes.

[Sunny]

I was going through a phase when selecting majors. But, I had to read plenty to be on top of shit. Although there were females, I found it too cliché to pick psych.

[Tamer™]

This is kind of nsfw, so if you can't handle it, do not open....

I was just 7 years old in 1999 when my parents decided to move us to our new home away from Reid Boulevard, New Orleans, Louisiana... Hurricane George had just passed and our landlord "went kind of nuts" after he got divorced from my after school daycare caretaker at Parkview in Gentily (apart of New Orleans, Louisiana).. After we switched schools because of Districts, me and my sister started attending Resurrection Of Our Lord School..

One day on a weekend while my mom and dad were at work and our neighbors were on vacation, we were babysit-ted by their 2 daughters who were both in high school, they decided not to go.. We were all watching The Box (An music video station that was on Cox cable. It would later be bought by MTV and become MTV 2.) on their TV with the 2 sisters 3 little brother when the younger of the two sisters called me to the room. I was complaining earlier because I wanted something to drink because of thirst... When I entered the room, she asked me if I was thirsty and I replied with a simple nod (yes), so I approached her after she told me to "come here".

The older sister locked the door behind and she demanded i suck her tits for milk but I refused. I was then threatened that if i didn't, I would not get nothing to drink and they would lie on me to mom and dad that I broke the lamp their brothers just broke. So I cried and did what she said, she then forced my face on her vagina and each time i tried to back off, i'd get hit with a switch (its a small wooden branch taken from a tree used to punish kids for being bad). Whenever I started tearing up, the older sister would tell me to shutup...

Once it was all over when my parents came home I cried but they didn't know why, I did not know how to explain and all they did was say I didn't have my way with the toys their brothers had, an convenient lie. Till this day when I think about I have nightmares... Though I am no longer afraid of women, I still sometimes freeze up as I do not want what happened to me 15 years ago to happen again...

For a second I thought this was just something from the internet. I honestly don't know what to say. That's just horrible.

[The Don]

Donny, you tough sumbitch. You just can't be put down. It's funny you say that 'cause there was this guy I knew who was missing his right arm and I would always try to get the door or get his books if it fell but, he always shoved me off. I just thought he was an asshole but, I forgot he had a bit more to prove and not for people to give him sympathy. How are those back pads still treating you? It'd be a shame if you were to grow tolerant. I knew a mate who got into a car crash but, symptoms of chronic back pain returned years later. All it took was months of going to the chiropractor that did the trick which was covered by his insurance. But, his case is different from yours where he has an office job while you're doing heavy lifting. But, won't surgery be the better option or does it come with its risk that you can possibly be confined to a wheelchair? A lumbar epidural seems like a temporary solution.

I tend to do that a bit at work, if something drops on the floor, I can get it but normally with an audible gorn of "FUUUUUCK!" that anyone around me can hear. Some people will grab it for me but if I feel like I haven't done enough that day I have to say "Let me earn my pain." I don't really like sympathy. I went to work one day with it out (just so I'd get less points when I left at lunch) and everyone kept feeling bad for me, so while most of my coworkers were outside I told em "Don't feel bad or have pity for me, that just make me feel worse. Tell me to fuck off for leaving early or something." I'm not going to say I'm some super tough guy, I just have a good tolerance for pain and a refuse to let something stupid keep me from doing my job to the best of my ability... Granted that makes it worse because I'll so so fast to prove to everyone I'm not broken to the point where I fuck myself the rest of that day. But I will say I know people with lesser pain that have taken it worse than I take mine.

 

As far as the back pad goes, it helps but it's only about the size of a pack of cigarettes, 100's but a pack of cigarettes nonetheless. It doesn't exactly get everywhere I need it due to it's size. Also the little gel pads that keep it attached to my back need to be replaced already so I either need to really slap the fucker on or sit funny while wearing it. The epidural is supposed to last about 6 months, and while I don't think it'll take all the pain away it should make it so I at least don't need to take a percocet every day at work. Surgery is a very real option and has been for the past 3 years. I'm just being stubborn and trying to not go that route until it's absolutely necessary. When I saw Doc on Monday she had said they're to the point now that they can use a laser to wider the parts that need to be wider as opposed to the old fashioned way. This way there'd be no need for metal in me or to fuse my discs. If the epidural doesn't do the trick, I'll be seriously inquiring about it after the first of the year.

 

TL;DR: Next time your bitching about a hangnail or paper cut, SHUT THE FUCK UP!

[fufu ÷]

You sound like you need a hug.

[The Don]

[Tamer™]

I guess if I'm here I'll say some stuff.

Honestly, I don't know what's going on with my life anymore. I get startled by little things like if someone comes rapidly close at me for whatever reason. I keep thinking about the day my life ends, school is just papers stacked on papers and so on. I've had a nagging cold for the last 3 weeks and nothing is making it go away, while I want to interact with people I just want to be alone maybe even more and I cant even do that without looking weird or someone feeling sorry for me.

[BrotchMrToast]

I guess if I'm here I'll say some stuff.

Honestly, I don't know what's going on with my life anymore. I get startled by little things like if someone comes rapidly close at me for whatever reason. I keep thinking about the day my life ends, school is just papers stacked on papers and so on. I've had a nagging cold for the last 3 weeks and nothing is making it go away, while I want to interact with people I just want to be alone maybe even more and I cant even do that without looking weird or someone feeling sorry for me.

According to this story, it almost seems as if you have this..."thing".