Being Different
I was born different and all my life felt I was different. It started at birth when I developed a cyst in my right eye a few months after I was born. Since then I've been using a prosthetic eye. I was ridiculed a lot during my early school years and therefore had a very low self esteem of myself. It didn't help that my mother was a person who did not show open love. So I started seeking "love" for all the wrong reasons. I began being promiscuous at the age of 12. It wasn't hard to start since being "used" by men was no stranger to me. I was sexually abused from the age of 6 through 9 by a friend of my parents. Anyhow, at 12 I would sit at a park or go to the beach and wait for men to approach me. When a man did approach me, he would eventually touch me. I would let him touch my breast and ****. As the years progressed, so did the level of promiscuity. To this day, I am still seeking the "love".
I wished for so long that I wasn't born different. I wish I had 2 normal eyes like everyone else. I wish my mother had shown me open love. I wish I wasn't sexually abused. Without any of that, I don't think I would have been promiscuous and therefore totally screwed up as an adult.
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