I have nothing but happy memories of the “abuse” I suffered, at the hands of foster-parents and their offspring…they always wanted to tie me up, and use both ends of me, endlessly…I loved it, and encouraged them to get really inventive, really imaginative…they did, and as I stay single these days, unable to find a sufficiently “nasty” abusive woman, I seek out people of any gender, appearance, weight, or race, willing to keep me t******, imaginatively, and do whatever turns them on…if this is the result of my childhood abuse, then I’m grateful for it…not for everyone though, I admit…