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Anything Goes
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When I was a kid I used to go to my grandparents house after school. I was generally a well behaved kid but for some reason one day I threw a tantrum - like i am sure any kid does. My grandfather was upstairs and my grandmother was the only one there. I left and she had a heart attack later that night. My grandfather and my sister knew why.
My grandfather drove her to the hospital instead of calling an ambulance and she died on the way. After that my grandfather stopped eating regular meals and became reclusive. He wrote a letter telling someone saying dont bother writing back because I will probably be dead. Sure enough he was in Canada on business and had a stroke and they chose to let him die. My mom was loaded on anti depressants at the time and my dad became a violent angry alcoholic. My sister went to a pshyciatric unit at the hospital for 3 months but I was stuck at home with them. After she got back, when I was around 11 (she was 13/14) I drlled a hole in my wall to hang a picture of a sailboat I took from my grandfs house, it went all the way throughthe wall. Fascinated by this I drilled holes in my wall to spy on my sister in the bathtub. They were obvious and my dad caught me for it the next day and punished me for it. Then hastily filled them with glue and kleenex (He wasnt a handyman). I dont know why I did it, it was before I had even jerked off. I think more out of circumstance, lack of guidance and curiousity. At least I tell myself that. I dont really know.
Anyways, yes things get much worse!!!
After a while things went somewhat back to normal. Then when I turned 17 we moved out and to a town 20 miles away. It never crossed my mind to re-do the shabby looking hole coverup my Dad had done. I put a cabinet in my room over them and they were forgotten about. So we moved, we moved our beds first and slept in the new house and the moving company picked up the extra furniture later.
I started getting wierd questions as to what room i slept in and who lived there before us etc etc. I never connected the two. People started acting stranger and stranger around me and some just ignored me all together. I thought maybe I am becoming ugly to look at. I am pretty outgoing and I did pretty well with girls. Suddenly not a one would talk to me.
It turns out they told a few people in town about the perveholes they have seen, since 2000+ people know who I am the rumour slowly spread over the years until now- when even my good friends havent said a word to me in 6 months (except one). Understandable I guess, no one wants to hang out with the town pervert lol. I am now 23 and I thought about trying to explain the circumstances but there is no real point. Its just as embarrassing ethier way probably.I contimplated suicide a little but I decided that a mistake I made before my balls dropped isnt going to end my life. I am in the process of moving far away. It just sucks because I pretty much have to leave everything I have ever known behind. It does feel good to get it off my chest though.
My grandfather drove her to the hospital instead of calling an ambulance and she died on the way. After that my grandfather stopped eating regular meals and became reclusive. He wrote a letter telling someone saying dont bother writing back because I will probably be dead. Sure enough he was in Canada on business and had a stroke and they chose to let him die. My mom was loaded on anti depressants at the time and my dad became a violent angry alcoholic. My sister went to a pshyciatric unit at the hospital for 3 months but I was stuck at home with them. After she got back, when I was around 11 (she was 13/14) I drlled a hole in my wall to hang a picture of a sailboat I took from my grandfs house, it went all the way throughthe wall. Fascinated by this I drilled holes in my wall to spy on my sister in the bathtub. They were obvious and my dad caught me for it the next day and punished me for it. Then hastily filled them with glue and kleenex (He wasnt a handyman). I dont know why I did it, it was before I had even jerked off. I think more out of circumstance, lack of guidance and curiousity. At least I tell myself that. I dont really know.
Anyways, yes things get much worse!!!
After a while things went somewhat back to normal. Then when I turned 17 we moved out and to a town 20 miles away. It never crossed my mind to re-do the shabby looking hole coverup my Dad had done. I put a cabinet in my room over them and they were forgotten about. So we moved, we moved our beds first and slept in the new house and the moving company picked up the extra furniture later.
I started getting wierd questions as to what room i slept in and who lived there before us etc etc. I never connected the two. People started acting stranger and stranger around me and some just ignored me all together. I thought maybe I am becoming ugly to look at. I am pretty outgoing and I did pretty well with girls. Suddenly not a one would talk to me.
It turns out they told a few people in town about the perveholes they have seen, since 2000+ people know who I am the rumour slowly spread over the years until now- when even my good friends havent said a word to me in 6 months (except one). Understandable I guess, no one wants to hang out with the town pervert lol. I am now 23 and I thought about trying to explain the circumstances but there is no real point. Its just as embarrassing ethier way probably.I contimplated suicide a little but I decided that a mistake I made before my balls dropped isnt going to end my life. I am in the process of moving far away. It just sucks because I pretty much have to leave everything I have ever known behind. It does feel good to get it off my chest though.
