Still Get Flashbacks

by Nigel
(England)

When I was seven and a half my father started to abuse me. It took the form of kissing and oral sex. Later on he introduced me to five elderly aged men in their seventies. Who abused me. This happened in my bedroom or at a house where parties were arranged. Sometimes I was taken away on tours staying in hotels or rented accommodation where I was the entertainment at night. Again the sex was usually kissing french kissing blow jobs. Often I was dressed up in bras pants dresses nighties. Later on the man who arranged the parties arranged with Dad to take me to three other mens houses at different times. Paying him for sex with me. Dad was paid as well. This went on till I was thirteen until I become strong enough to say no.


The abuse effected me all my life relating to work life relationships sex until I started counselling I am now fifty eight. Still get flashbacks crying emotion upset.

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