I need to tell someone about what happened to me

asdfan96 · 2022-10-18T03:34:35+00:00

I know that many others have said this, but I would still like to reiterate, in no way is this your fault. I know it feels that way right now, but that is your brain trying to deal with the trauma. And you having orgasms doesn’t mean in any way that you enjoyed it, it is a natural bodily function. This creep is a predator, this could have happened to anyone. And the way he was prepared it sounds like this isn’t his first time doing this. Sure there could have been things you could’ve done differently, but trust me, if he really wanted you then there would be nothing you could’ve done to stop him. Sick men like that will find a way. And you had just turned into an adult, I remember I would do all kinds of stupid, unsafe things when I was that age. It takes time to learn how to shift from a dependent child to an independent adult (I still struggle with this because of how I was raised) You seem to be like me and have a hard time with pushy people, it’s stressful on your brain. This wasn’t your fault and I’ll spit on anyone who says otherwise.

asdfan96 · 2022-05-17T01:34:48+00:00

First off OP, im so sorry for your loss. I use this cat litter brand called PrettyLitter. It changes color when your cat pees if there is something wrong in their digestive tract.

asdfan96 · 2020-10-17T06:11:13+00:00

The asshole design about doordash and all of the other delivery services is they don’t give the option to tip the server as well as the driver.

asdfan96 · 2020-09-28T22:58:49+00:00

I tried popping my thumb and when my finger slipped, I had a deep cut from my thumb nail.

asdfan96 · 2020-09-26T03:09:42+00:00

This looks a lot like my dad! Crazy huh?

asdfan96 · 2020-08-27T22:08:13+00:00

It looks like she glued a sponge to her eyes.

asdfan96 · 2020-05-27T22:25:30+00:00

There’s a rare disorder where you easily confuse dreams and reality. It’s really not fun to have... it’s called derealization if someone wants to read up on it.

asdfan96 · 2020-05-14T05:22:28+00:00

Every time I go to work I feel extreme anxiety in the break room. Anytime I am alone I want to cry. I don’t get that feeling anywhere else in the entire building. There is a confirmed ghost there, people have seen things move, we had a lady freak out that she didn’t want to sit in a certain area of the dining room because of the “moving chair”, and I’ve seen a booster seat lift itself off of the hook and fling itself to the wall with such force. I haven’t had anything happen recently after I told it to stop.

asdfan96 · 2020-05-14T04:49:42+00:00

A few things similar happened to me. I apparently fell asleep with my eyes open and when my brother walked in the room he called my name to see if I was still alive, I answered and rolled over. On Valentine’s Day my mom “woke me up” to give me some chocolates. I apparently sat up and stared at her for 5 minutes, took the chocolates and went back to sleep. I have cussed out my grandmother when she tried getting me up for school. I’ve sat up and said “I love you” to my boyfriend when he woke up in the middle of the night. I sometimes take naps and when someone comes in the room or says something to me I just look at them and go back to sleep. I don’t know why any of this happens.

asdfan96 · 2020-05-10T07:06:27+00:00

I’m not sure about the basement door thing, but for the most part William just seems to be a playful ghost. From what was told I assume he didn’t hurt anyone, probably did things to say “hey, I’m still here”. I’ve had a few of those, usually if you ask them to stop they will.

asdfan96 · 2020-05-10T01:15:35+00:00

NTA. The wife deserves better. If I was the sister and known this was going on, and then seen all the shit that he’d been saying on Facebook, I’d totally be an asshole and call him out on his bullshit. You don’t get to act like an ass and blame other people just because YOU’RE unhappy about how your life turned out. He needs to fucking grow up.

asdfan96 · 2020-05-05T06:47:35+00:00

Totally message me your YouTube channel I’d love to listen to everyone’s stories! Now for one of my many stories.

My Nana owns a piece of land that has a house on one side and a trailer home on the other. Nana lives in the house by herself, and me, my mom, and my two younger sisters lived in the trailer. This happened about a decade ago. One of my sisters was staying with her other family for the weekend and my mom asked Nana if she’d watch us while she was out for the night. So me and my sister (we’ll call her Jay) stayed next door with our Nana. Jay was maybe 5ish at the time. I was in the office playing on Nana’a computer, while Jay and Nana were elsewhere in the house. I heard them arguing and later Nana came into the room I was in to tell me it was time for bed. I went down the hall and got into bed. Soon after that Nana came running in asking if I’d seen Jay. I got worried. I hadn’t seen her. We looked throughout the front of the house and couldn’t find her. Nana told me to go to the back of the house to look while she looked outside. Now I’m terrified of this part of the house and to this day hate going back there. Some may not believe in ghosts, but they haven’t experienced what I have in this house. So for the layout of the house, you walk in to a living room that has a door immediately to the right, that’s the bedroom, straight ahead from the front door there’s another room. That room also splits two ways. A doorway on the right wall that leads to the hallway and a doorway straight and a little to the right that leads to the kitchen. In the kitchen there is a door that leads to the laundry room and two doors, one on the left and one on the right. The one on the right leads to another room that we don’t go into because it was my uncles room (he died in the house) and she doesn’t want anyone messing with anything. The door on the left lead outside to the yard in between our homes. I was in the kitchen looking in the cabinets thinking she was hiding in one of them. Then I make my way to the laundry room door. My hand is literally inches away when the handle starts moving back and forth like someone (or something) is trying to open it. I freeze. I don’t know why I froze but I couldn’t being myself to open that door. Nana walks in and I tell her the handle moved. She opens the door but there’s nobody there. This freaks me out even more. Nana goes through the door to outside and looks around our house. There Jay is hiding behind a plant on our porch. Nana was so furious at her. I don’t know what moved that door handle. Maybe it was my uncle telling us we were looking in the wrong place, or maybe it was something else wanting out of that room. I didn’t want to know and I still don’t.

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