Of the time my father asked us three to comfort a gay friend of his who just attempted suicide and was brought to our home to rest in my bed for a day or two while I slept on the couch. OH wait that story belongs on nifty not here on Boychat Sorry, what was I thinking Sexual, Physical and emotional abuse at the hands of ones parents does have an impact on ones self worth. I was not so antisocial before 4th grade then I was after in 5th grade and it all points to said abuse. MY brother's toughness came as a defense weapon because he knew his own father would not protect him. At the age of nine he as well as my other brother and myself was a street kid only allowed home when we earned so much cash. Forced to earn money any way we could The little guy worked in the back of a food store using an old fashioned ink pricing gun to mark cans of said prices he never got paid cash but instead expired food. The other brother also worked at a grocery store helping old ladies carry their bags home from the store he made good money doing that and set the standard for what I should be doing. I learned to not even deal with that and opted to return home early to yield to my fathers sexual wishes so I can spend the time out on the streets looking for younger boys to play with. The little tough guy met his match one day when some guy offered to buy him a Hamburger and took him to an alley and brutally raped him. He kept that a secret for decades until my arrest in 1994 came about. Instead he stuck to a story that he was robbed and beaten thus ending our time earning money on the streets. Both my brothers knew and understood even at this early age I had a sexual attraction toward young boys. Being out was never a problem for me staying legal that was another thing. |