Ruined by My Own Mother’s Obsession
Back when I was just a kid, around 10 years old, I stumbled upon the forbidden thrill of jerking off. It was my dirty little escape—until my mom barged in and turned my world into a goddamn nightmare. She waged a vicious war on my urges, shoving greasy, heavy meals down my throat to knock me out with exhaustion. She forced me to run for 3-4 grueling hours a day, hoping I’d be too wiped to even think about touching myself. At night, she’d slather my hands with a fiery pepper solution, making sure any attempt at relief burned like hell. She even bought me the tightest fucking underwear imaginable, strangling my junk so hard that getting a hard-on was pure agony.
Now, I’m a broken man—impotent, barely able to get it up, and when I do, it’s a rare fucking miracle. Sex feels like some filthy, shameful sin to me. I’m still haunted, unable to grasp why she tortured me like this. What kind of twisted mind does that to their own child?
#trauma #abuse #wtf #darkchildhood
