Serious Male sexual abuse

Damn, what an un-fun topic. I was molested too, you know. For about 10 years, starting when I was 3, by one of my uncles. It finally stopped when I turned 12, because I figured out that if I hurt him instead of doing what he wanted me to do, he would stop.
I am now 27, and I firmly believe that pedophiles should be killed. Take me into the woods with one and they might not come back out.
Nobody's ever tried to rape me or anything. But I did have an uncomfortable number of men try to suck my dick when I visited Oregon. Had to almost punch one of them to make him leave me alone. You should have seen the way he ran after I raised my fist. It was hilarious. That's another story which I will gladly tell if anyone wants to hear it. lol
It might make the thread a bit lighter so go ahead! A lot of people target people they think are weak, but when they realise you can fight back they don't feel like billy big bollocks. Unless they are with friends, then this happens- 3 people, one with a bat

I would still fight back, this was another matter but I have since seen the person with the bat on their own, and they was so apologetic. Gave me an orbital/jaw fracture, a small skull fracture, but I will still always stand up to bullies.
 
Well, I'm pretty sure I don't look weak, but this did happen before I started working out daily.

So get this. I'm in Oregon, a 3-days trip from my home by vehicle, living on the streets and traveling around as I undergo my spiritual journey. One night, I find this building to sleep next to, where I can charge my phone from an outlet sticking out the side of the house. So there I am, asleep, curled up into a ball with an arm through one of the loops of my backpack--gotta make sure I can't be stolen from in my sleep. So I hear this "hey"--somebody is waking me up. Perturbed and a little worried, I roll over, and it's this dude who's got to be in his 30's or 40's--I am of course a legal aged adult at this point, about 23, so it's not like he was a pedo or anything. But as soon as I roll over, this dude is like "You look pretty good. Can I suck your dick?" Straight into it. This dude has got to be tweaking hard, because nobody does that shit! I'm like "Nah man, I'm trying to sleep." It's not that I would like, never ever let a guy suck my dick or anything. I mean, I probably would in the right situation. This was NOT the right situation lol. I don't wanna be sucked off by a 40-yo masculine dude who woke me up from a dead slumber 6 feet from the sidewalk, where anybody who goes by could see it happening. But instead of going away, he's like "Come on, man!" and starts begging to suck my cock. At this point I'm freaked out. I'm telling him that he needs to go, and he's not listening. Eventually he reached his hand over like he was gonna try to grab something, and I cocked my fist back, ready to do what needed to be done.
That dude RAN. He was bookin it. He didn't even look back to notice that I hadn't even got up off the ground--I was just watching him flee in apparent terror. The whole time I'm just sitting there watching him, with my fist still in the air, dumbfounded. After he disappeared into the distance, I said to myself, "I gotta get the fuck outta here." I grabbed my shit and found a new spot, man. Blowjob Boulevard was the wrong place to lay down. lol
 
Damn, what an un-fun topic.
There is always dark where there is light, and vice versa. What is the lighter side of having your ego annihilated, manhood emasculated, sexuality violated, and humanity discarded by someone acting out the antithesis of love making? Don't worry, I will find it eventually.

It will have to offend some people I am almost certain, and the rest of us will get a chuckle. It is probably a cartoon. I thought my original original post took a crack at it with that punchline but so far nobodies gotten it. As @unodelacosa recently reminded me, just because I have an idea, doesn't mean it is a good one. He also reminded me that writing is rewriting, so imma gonna work on this.
 
It might make the thread a bit lighter so go ahead! A lot of people target people they think are weak, but when they realise you can fight back they don't feel like billy big bollocks. Unless they are with friends, then this happens- 3 people, one with a bat

I would still fight back, this was another matter but I have since seen the person with the bat on their own, and they was so apologetic. Gave me an orbital/jaw fracture, a small skull fracture, but I will still always stand up to bullies.
Damn man you sound like me. I was schoolage when I waged my fisticuff wars on bullies. Consequences less severe. Baseball bats can be deadly man, I am glad you survived and got your cold vengeance.
 
There is always dark where there is light, and vice versa. What is the lighter side of having your ego annihilated, manhood emasculated, sexuality violated, and humanity discarded by someone acting out the antithesis of love making? Don't worry, I will find it eventually.

It will have to offend some people I am almost certain, and the rest of us will get a chuckle. It is probably a cartoon. I thought my original original post took a crack at it with that punchline but so far nobodies gotten it. As @unodelacosa recently reminded me, just because I have an idea, doesn't mean it is a good one. He also reminded me that writing is rewriting, so imma gonna work on this.
For me, the upside is that it set me on a course for my life, and showed me an ugly underbelly to this Earth which needs to be severed.
 
You killed it man, you shared a lot of tough stuff at once. That shit aint easy, mad props. Stigma and silence, isolation and denial, substance abuse and impulsive behavior, self-loathing and victim guilt, those are the mortal enemies of male sexual abuse. You just showed NO FUCKING FEAR. Struck all those mf'ers down in one post.

After that incident I became a mad girl-fucker and just relentlessly tried to expunge the stain I felt (and maybe prove I wasn’t queer) by fucking as many girls as I could beginning with my 14 year old next door neighbour. To my eternal shame I deployed many of the smooth talking entreaties and physical strategies my first abuser used on me in order to seduce girls at the same age as me at the time (15-16).
I was also abused (not sexually) by my stepfather, whose specialty was cruelty.

Today I find to my eternal shame, not only did I become someone else's monster, I employed the same cruel techniques almost to the letter to terrorize my victim. I did these things in a blackout, and I don't have a way to feel proper guilt for them today. It also threatens to trigger a PTSD response in me, to hear a description of my behavior. With no memory of me doing it, it reminds me instead of his abuses. Fortunately I have skills to deal with PTSD triggers today.

My mother was cruel in her own way. The main abuse from her was to utterly neglect me as a sovereign person, yet she saddled me with responsibilities way above my pay grade. I started changing my little brothers nappies when I was six and a half years old, and I was usually the one to change him over the next few years, as I became his unpaid nanny. She also demanded I treat her with the love and respect I showed to the mothers of my friends. She was so neglectful, I had many friends fathers and mothers step in and offer what they could to me. Most of them still check in on me. I call them my Fairy Godmothers and Father Figures.

That hatred of my mother bled into some unconscious hatred of women in general, I think. It manifested in a general disrespect, hidden by manipulations and smooth talking, and I played at being a feminist and thought I passed. Not long after I became active in my own 'normal' sex life (read: started trying to ball females right and left), I became a notorious womanizer. I didn't kick that for a long time either, but when I did I kicked too hard. I now find myself an involuntary demisexual, but I will take it, beats what I was before that.

However, my boundaries relaxed with the introduction of meth and I went straight for transsexuals to have fun with rather than straight women
I find the shit I sometimes have watched while spun out, downright repulsive right now. Still, boner city with some meth leaking out my gills. It's a helluva drug.
 
What does it matter if people know.
It doesn't matter in the sense of disloyalty to family or anything. What you are saying is your testimony against him, and it is true. Anyone upset like that should be glad you aren't giving it in court.

It doesn't matter in the sense of your reputation or appearance in the way you maybe think it does. To me I think UK Warrior's a right brave one, strong, and a survivor to boot.

It does matter because there is another man behind you who finds your story familiar, your disclosure, not something to be embarrassed about any longer, and now he can find catharsis in finally getting it out past his lips. It was eating him up from the inside for a long time, at least that is what I keep hearing.

He had a stroke a few years after, and this might sound evil but now I am quite happy he did.
Doesn't sound evil to me. Sounds like a small bit of justice is all.
 
I'm so sorry that happened to you. I've known so many women who were sexually abused as adults or children, but only ever heard one man talk about it. I think there's a lot of shame surrounding that on the victim's part especially if the abuser was also a man. Idk the answer for what should happen to people who abuse kids but it should be harsh af.
In some cultures, for example in most of Latin America, heteronormative, hegemonic masculinity reigns supreme. In those cases, having been abused is inherently feminizing (or conversely a real man would not have been abused) and the common sense is that a history of abuse, if well-known, will make you less than a man by reputation as well. This is especially true of sexual abuse. So abuse is suppressed by all involved, and you hide your shame in the deepest darkest part of yourself.

I found this article very interesting. Male rape is was more common than I thought. I guess it is quite an issue in the military today.
https://www.gq.com/story/male-rape-in-the-military
 
In some cultures, for example in most of Latin America, heteronormative, hegemonic masculinity reigns supreme. In those cases, having been abused is inherently feminizing (or conversely a real man would not have been abused) and the common sense is that a history of abuse, if well-known, will make you less than a man by reputation as well. This is especially true of sexual abuse. So abuse is suppressed by all involved, and you hide your shame in the deepest darkest part of yourself.

I found this article very interesting. Male rape is was more common than I thought. I guess it is quite an issue in the military today.
https://www.gq.com/story/male-rape-in-the-military
Sadly,I'm not surprised about it being more common. Rape often has nothing to do with sexuality and everything to do with power. I'm sure in a rapists mind there's no better way to dominate someone. The military seems like the ultimate breeding ground for male machismo to turn into something very ugly.
 
I find the shit I sometimes have watched while spun out, downright repulsive right now. Still, boner city with some meth leaking out my gills. It's a helluva drug.
tbr meth never messed with my mind that way...I already watch freaky incest porn (do I do this because my uncle molested me...?) and meth just makes it feel more real. The problem with that shit is that after I used it, and watched porn on it, beating my shit for hours, my dick was hella desensitized and I think that's the main reason I can no longer stay hard in a condom. I'm now 5 years clean from meth. Fuck that garbage
 
It's interesting how a lot of people seem to wind up reconnecting with the abuse later in life while mixing drugs/sex. When confronted with a situation that could either trigger or help them through it, many seem to have come out the other side with a better mindset. I'd say it's got therapeutic potential if not for the risks surrounding meth.
 
It's interesting how a lot of people seem to wind up reconnecting with the abuse later in life while mixing drugs/sex. When confronted with a situation that could either trigger or help them through it, many seem to have come out the other side with a better mindset. I'd say it's got therapeutic potential if not for the risks surrounding meth.
I’m not saying I have all the answers but I feel I know part of us intuitively or through having had the necessary experience.

Being raped is undoubtably a sexual experience. There is the physical response, often this is one of paind and discomfort, and the physical system may still be stimulated into physical arousal. Men can get hard, women can get wet, it is a physiology that can not be dismissed, and often fucks with the survivors head.

The psychosexual experience is much different in a rape. For myself, in hindsight, the absences are most shocking. There is no love, no fun, no excitement, no anticipation, no ritual, no validation, no mind expansion, and no spiritual connection. It lacks even the valuable side of selfish pleasure seeking, as the neurotransmitter are dysfunctional and not mapping to behaviors in a psychologically helpful way.

That sexual experience became a violation or abomination. In some victims, all sexual experiences might be corrupted by this belief. I don’t want to speak for anyone else, and I will say there are a lot of different outcomes that are possible.

For me, I found a lot of this would become protective or at least not permanently damaging. While I would go through childhood and early adolescence fearful of “grownups” and mistrusting even my parents, I had a healthy, viable internal sex life. This was a place where I was safe because it was just me, and the pleasure seeking behaviors were triggering the correct neurological responses and spamming my brain with reinforcing feedback.

As I matured and my sex life became sophisticated the benefits increased drastically. I could feel the joys of sex as keenly as anyone does, but perhaps valued them more because I knew about sex that was absent of these. Imagine experiencing love for the first time, not through a parent-child relationship, but as an adult through the mechanism of sex? Consider excitement at that level, felt for the first time through sex, and not through the Christmas ritual or birthday party ritual or a family vacation, but from losing your virginity with a high school crush or through masturbation enhanced by pornography.

To your point, it is quite possible to come out of the experience setup undamaged, or with an even better sexual mindset. I think I did. Let’s acknowledge what I think what is probably most common outcome for child sexual abuse survivors. Compared to someone without rape on their sexual resume, through becoming more sexually actively, an irregular, and not necessarily better or worse, sexual mindset develops. This is often hypersexuality, but has other forms. In my case a sexually precocious child, grew into a precocious masturbator and pleasure seeker, but by the time I had found polydrug use and a sex life with as many partners as possible to be most enjoyable, and thus a satisfactory lifestyle, I was the same age as my peers who were ready to stop partying and settle down with a partner.
 
it's not serious DP the thread was made by you though and me ROWAN remember me try words everyone
 
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