My dad found out I was big and asked me if it was his fault. I started to say no but then I felt a cloud fall over me and I remembered my black outs. I had bits and pieces of images and memories in my mind, never put them together, but I remember sleeping naked with my dad, and him naked as well. And I remember taking showers with him when I was younger. I remember asking him what his p**** was, and why it was so big and then it got bigger and he asked me if I wanted to touch it. I remember being scared to touch it but also still curious and did it anyway. I remember him sticking the head of his p**** in my mouth and jerked off while I sucked on the tip of his d*** until he came in my mouth. I remember his friends coming over and getting fucked up on meth and alcohol and then sneaking into my room while I was sleeping to “tell me goodnight” and they would put their hand under the covers and then run me on my chest and stomach and then my p**** and molested me. I remember and it’s killing me. Floods of memories I couldn’t remember before.