My mums closet lesbianism. Well myum was lesbianisimg me as a little girl n too chill ng me for a kid guy brat teen we will cs ll natky, real to ast name wasv punch n he did punch me then he would call himself Colly when he hit me and my mum forced him to wear my gorlly best clothes after the punching stopped after she watched him have loud s** with his gay male friend n while he did that he wanted my mum to touch n tape me with what to 🗝️ he chose for her to r*** me with. I grew to hate them both. In time I ran away n the hey would sl sys get me back make me fat the I as abuse me more . But eventually I the ot away f to pm them the forever still hating mybgbofuly as a ten to o bad to pthod with memories of t in em touching body parts etc. Shaming me over dropping a cup of milk when I was 2 forcing me to pick it up or eat the s*** in my potty I just poohed . Forcing me to do smoking with when was awful they forced as moles on me n then would bestev with a cricket or tennis bat tied to the clothes line naked n worse. I found my real dad we hen I was 17 n ran away to him. My liffe got better for a while to hen my dad died n mum wanted me back just for my money . I tried to hide away n be on the run 😴 ng in my old truck years or one night in a gym storage room. They get t police on me n I do id not want to go home many times. N leave for school or work fake jobs even . Then mum does I felt great relief and better stay ll the cops or ho helprd me finally get away after they witnessed my mums abused drove me away til mums body was buried n we got evidence on her teen lover n he went to jail for pervert molesting and s** crimes on me as a child. To this date I hate the way the would get me to the point o was about to o***** n then abuse n hit me to stop me c****** n shame me about what my body was doing. They will uld make my body limp and shake giggihpinh with conciliating c****** while shaking me out