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Is there anyway we could even chat once in a while ? I know I took it too far asking for too much of your attention or to see you . I know we’re not friends you just kind of felt bad and I really have tried to f*** off like you asked me too …and I’m trying to stay busy . But the last couple days I don’t know . I’m sorry to even ask do you think it might be possible even once in a while? It’s just because of what’s going on with boredom isolation there’s nowhere to go and nothing to do I would never even ask I’m sorry . I promise it doesn’t make us friends and I’ll f*** off again as soon as this is over. Do you think it might be possibly even once in a while I just am losing my mind talking to my parents every day .

I’m sorry to ask 🙁

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Some of this i learned and processed years after when my mother told me. Even when i was an infant if i was crying or fussy she would fondle my g e n i t a l s to soothe me and take me to breast. Apparently even when she was trying to toilet train as a first reward system she would do it as a reward. When i was no longer bedwetting she had me sleep in her bed. She continued to brrastfeed me for many years, long past puberty. She did so to make me obedient whether it was good grades or chores or general behavior. When school first started it was neurotic so she escalated it. At some point that i remember from around 7 or 8 she would use her mouth as a special treat. She also said she did it because boys are dirty and bad. She said she did it to keep me from shaming or degrading myself. When hair began to grow on my body she kept me shaved because she said ikept me her cute little boy. She did not tell me this until i dreamt it but apparently overnight she would commonly at same general age have me lay on top of her and rub my p e n i s against her between her legs. These things happened commonly until the first time i e j a c ulated when she had her mouth on me. From that event on she would have me enter her and climax every morning and every night at bedtime. To her it was keeping me good and focused and making good grades all the way through college (local, lived with her). It continued until her age made it too difficult to do safely and she eventually had of her in home caretakers serve as her surrogate for higher pay. I still see that caretaker since my mother died and i continue to oay her to visit her several times a week. I have never dated or been with any other women. Mother got me addicted to infantile headspace s** for control and i have no ability to be attracted to or date or have relationship,s** because i am helplessly trapped in that whole messed up mommy mentality.

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