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Yurizairikillrichs
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My cocsa experience

Posted by Yurizairikillrichs - 8 days ago


Waring: This is a bit of a sensitive topic for me and I still feel like I'm just making a big deal out of the whole situation, but I really feel bad about mentioning all of this, but I trust you guys a lot and I really ask that this subject not be mentioned in other posts, this is a rant and I wouldn't feel comfortable if this was mentioned in other posts. When I was 7 years old I met a girl, I can't mention names so I'll be calling her Sama. Sama and I ended up becoming friends, with lots of quotes. She wasn't a very nice girl to be around, even if you were older than her. She usually liked to throw water on me, spit on me, spread rumors about me, throw food at me and some other problematic things. I remember she signed me up for a chess tournament without my consent and that got me in big trouble.  I don't have a very good memory about this specific subject, but I remember that sometimes she would take water in her hand and wet my shorts directly on the intimate part, she had a habit of putting her hand on my shorts in the intimate part, slapping my butt and some things like that. A few months later she was 2 years ahead in school because she showed herself to be much more intelligent. To this day I don't know how to deal with it, because everyone seems so insensitive to this situation. I don't want people to feel sorry for me, but I wish they understood the gravity of the situation. I was a child and Sam was too, and it affects me to this day. I've failed in relationships because I was afraid of suffering through this again. I don't know if it's a trauma, but I usually count it as something normal, or even make jokes about it, even though I feel REALLY bad.(Minor update: I told this story to my friend, he ordered me kms! Lol, sometimes I wish people were more sensitive...)


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