I want to talk to a therapist about the vaginal pain and the itch I was getting. I wanted to talk about the sexual abuse as a child. I wanted to discuss

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I want to talk to a therapist about the vaginal pain and the itch I was getting. I wanted to talk about the s***** abuse as a child. I wanted to discuss my s***** anxieties with someone, and obviously joyce was not the right person. i didn’t want to really talk about this to heaps of people or to men, they see the world and womens bodies and brains differently to how we feel them… anyway they don’t understand what it is like to be a female really. I did not want to see a psychiatrist because I was not crazy, I knew who molested me and hurt me, no one would let me talk about it… no one ever let me talk about much but simple BS.

i am left with so much confusion and anger… and bitterness i never wanted to be this way…
doret said I had to see everyone around me getting ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING that I want for myself and then cut the ties… as some sort of weird self improvement cult…

well I do not want to.

I do not want ken, I do not want poverty, I do not want unemployment, I do not want a herpes c*** and r***, and illness… I wanted a nice boyfriend at university who I could be with in class and f*** at home (but joyce said I was not allowed to), and go out with…

doret said I was to want for nothing more in life… not a career, not education, not a boyfriend or husband, not a baby, not a lifestyle!!!!! NOTHING…

why????????????????????? these concepts are killing me.

they make me m********* even more in anger…

what is wrong with me that no nice young white man will love me and meet me at university and be the man I want… and have the love and life I want.

I AM CONFUSED … THIS OCCULT IS NOT HELPING ME.

I CAN NOT HAVE A BABY AT 100 !!! UNLESS ITS ARTIFICAL AND I WILL NOT HAVE THE MONEY FOR THAT.

I LIVE ON A WEAK POOR PENSION NOTHING FANCY… NO HUGE PAY CHECK… NO PROFESSIONAL INCOME THAT I WANTED.

YOU CAN’T KNOW THE HURT… AND HOW MUCH I WANT TO BASH IN A MANS FACE FOR WHAT I HAVE GONE THROUGH…

New Confession

I played with my mom’s bod during my high school days she was all broken back then her parents died one after other in the same year after that my dad cheated on her and we left him to live in her parents house there I used to blame her for our situation and me frustrated would always end up arguing with her untill she gets into tears and accepts her defeat that made me felt bad later but the same would happen again after a day or two one after another argument made me felt as a superior male over her in the house that made me felt as a dominant one over a broken submissive female that soon made me want to get her ready for reliving my frustrations or for accepting me as a mating male in bed, as I kept winning such arguments frequently making her in tears surrender, one night i went into her bed late after she got asleep I and crawled under her blanket for the first few times I tried groping her I use to grab her b**bs she woke up scold me as I’m yours “fu**in mother you idiot” and go to the other room this happened alot of times but with every night I played more with her b**bs and then pinching and pulling her ni**les one night I slid my hand into her p*n*ty and rubbed her c*it as she tried getting up I grabbed her with the other are and my legs around hers she tried hard but I kept on moving ahead with what I was doing soon she got so wet she covered her mouth with her hands and started crying I could clearly feel her getting swelled up down there with every passing second more slippery sticky stuff coming out while she was in tears crying with one hand on her mouth and another one trying to pull my hand out but I kept f******** her roughly until I felt her cl*t pumping on my fingers, she cu**ed with shaking org**m. Right after that I left her she got up and went to the other room.

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