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"I have a lisp and it makes me incredibly self conscious around new people. This is making me slightly fearful of going to 'roo this year and meeting all of you. "
I'm a speech therapist and work with people who have problems similar to your on a daily basis. There's nothing wrong with you and nobody is going to judge you based on how you speak. Be proud and embrace the lisp as a part of your character.
Post by xjenNjuicex on Feb 27, 2009 11:39:10 GMT -5
im really beginning to think i have a drinking problem. not to the point where i need to drink every night, but when i do drink it has to be to the extreme. its at the point where i partially black out almost every night i drink. my friends are bad influences with it. im trying to find more and more things to do by myself where i wont be around alcohol because i have the feeling something real bad is going to happen to me if i keep getting like i have been.
im really beginning to think i have a drinking problem. not to the point where i need to drink every night, but when i do drink it has to be to the extreme. its at the point where i partially black out almost every night i drink. my friends are bad influences with it. im trying to find more and more things to do by myself where i wont be around alcohol because i have the feeling something real bad is going to happen to me if i keep getting like i have been.
Quit drinking before you wake up on a jail cell floor and realize you just got arrested for attempted burglary of an automobile because you were so drunk you actually thought a random car in a wealthy neighborhood was yours. I hear this happens.
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Post by sparklybecca on Feb 27, 2009 12:20:51 GMT -5
My 8th grade gym teacher exposed himself to me once. I was changing up in the locker room after class, and I was the last one to leave. He came in and headed to the urinal to do his business while I was getting dressed. He started talking to me, and then once he was done peeing, he turned around, privates still out, and continued talking to me with his penis and testicles visible for a solid minute or so.
I never said anything to my parents or the school administration because I didn't think people would believe me, and I was too embarrassed anyway. I was also worried my peers would find out and make fun of me, but now I wish to God I'd reported that sicko. You're the first person I've ever told this to, online or off.
Post by sparklybecca on Feb 27, 2009 12:21:20 GMT -5
I once lied to a waitor at a mexican restaurant and told him it was my birthday just so I could get a sombrero and a piece of chocolate cake. I'm so ashamed.
I jerked off in in-school suspension once as a teenager. I'm pretty sure the teacher in the room knew it too, but just didn't say anything, because she always gave me funny looks after that.
in my lower teens years i did some research and found what i needed. that night i went home, went in the shower and began jerkin it. once things got rollin i played with my butthole, then slid in a finger, then 2. the i found my prostate then went at it all with full force.
it was the most intense orgasm ive ever had up to that point. i was kinda weirded out about it at frist, but im ok with it now, and still randomly add fingers in my butt while shower jerking.
Post by confessionsrus on Feb 27, 2009 12:47:22 GMT -5
I use pot to numb myself to the point of not even knowing whats going on around me. It's the only reason I get up in the morning anymore, is to get stoned. I have a full time normal job, but as soon as I get home, I have a bowl in my hand. I'm so scared all the time and pot is the only thing that makes those fears go away for me.
My grandfather died 2 years ago from cancer. We were close. He lived across the street and I used to see him every day before he got sick. It was about 3 months between the time he was diagnosed and the time he passed. During that time, I only went and visited him once and it hurt so much to see him like that that I never went back to see him again. I also have not visited his grave since the funeral because it would just make the fact that he's gone too real. I feel really really guilty. I break down in tears everytime I think about it. I started crying while typing this.
I saw my sexual molester on "classmates" and wanted to sign his guestbook with the details of what he did to me.I didn't do it. But I often wonder what kind of Dad and Uncle he is.
I use pot to numb myself to the point of not even knowing whats going on around me. It's the only reason I get up in the morning anymore, is to get stoned. I have a full time normal job, but as soon as I get home, I have a bowl in my hand. I'm so scared all the time and pot is the only thing that makes those fears go away for me.
i used to do it when i woke up, on the drive to work, on ,unch break, on the drive home, and a couple when i got home. Then i was court ordered to stop. I dont think ill go back to doing it that much, but i cant wait util i have that freedom and option again
Quote: "I stole over 20 dvds from the gas station I worked at when I was 18. Mostly bad movies too, I just did it for the sake of doing it. Thankfully I don't have those tendencies anymore."
Instead of dirt and poison, we have rather chosen to fill our hives with honey and wax; thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.
Post by fightforyourmind88 on Feb 27, 2009 13:04:11 GMT -5
I get out of every single serious relationship Ive been in around the 1.5 year mark because I get bored and want to sleep with other people. I sleep with as many people as I can in a short period then a later I feel shitty about it and miss all the positive things a relationship brings. Its a crappy cycle.
Post by fightforyourmind88 on Feb 27, 2009 13:13:40 GMT -5
ive masturbated so many times in succession day after day my penis was peeling and bleeding and hurt. i had to turn down 2 random chicks over the course of 2 weeks because i didnt want them to see the scabs that had formed on my johnson from spankin too hard and too often.
I'm terrified of my next door neighbor. I found out last Christmas that he was given a life sentence for murder in the 70s and was released because of good behavior about 10 years ago. He's also a recently convicted sex offender. How he's not in jail I have no idea. My dog goes ballistic every time he comes outside to wash his car, take out the trash, rake his yard, etc. I'll be moving as soon as this housing market turns around.
Lesson learned. Always get checks on your neighbors before you buy a house. Thats something the realtors wont tell you.
Post by bourdonaroo on Feb 27, 2009 13:21:07 GMT -5
I have dreams about moving to nyc, and becoming a dominatrix for easy money. I don't even like dominating guys, but I think I'd do a really good job at it.
Post by xjenNjuicex on Feb 27, 2009 13:21:49 GMT -5
My grandfather on my dad's side and I were never close. In fact, we severely disliked each other. He used to love it when my brother and sister would come around, but not me for some reason.. maybe because I was different, or strong willed.. I don't know, but him not caring for me resulted in me not caring for him and when he died, I didn't even go to his funeral. I walked across the street to a restaurant and got some breakfast while the service was performed.
I don't think my dad has totally forgiven me for that.
I have dreams about moving to nyc, and becoming a dominatrix for easy money. I don't even like dominating guys, but I think I'd do a really good job at it.
Instead of dirt and poison, we have rather chosen to fill our hives with honey and wax; thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.
I tried to run away when i was 15, but was caught before I got over state lines. At the time i resented the hell out of everyone around me, but thankfully now I've learned to appreciate and love my family.
When i was real young, probably around 5 or 6 i was playing outside with a kid from down the street. We had bathing suits on and i asked him to show me his penis. I'm also a guy. He did and it was only for a quick second. My mom heard/saw what happened and wasnt happy. She made me write a note to the kids mom, walk it down to her house, give her the note and tell her what happened. I remember i was crying the whole time.
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Once, when i was around the same age, i remember finding a tennis ball outside in the street and it was torn up, with the fabric ripping off. I then sat on the sidewalk and ripped the rest of the fabric off to see what was under it. The kid it belonged to came outside got pissed and called me a jerk. I took being called that pretty hard and was upset and told my mom what happened, hoping for some comfort. She then proceeded to confirm that yes, i was in fact a jerk for doing that.
my first sexual experience was when I was thirteen with another boy from school. we played truth or dare in my basement one night and ended up jerking each other off. This opened a whole pandora's box of sexual behavior in me. By the time I got into high school, I had had sex with three different people, two were girls and one was a guy. I still consider myself to be bisexual to this day.