memories are hard to deal with*****TRIGGERING*****
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I am new at this whole thing but I have things inside that come and go as they please. I am afraid to talk for fear that if I verbalize the memories they then become real. I have to deal with it one way or another that I was abused for years, physically, sexually, and emotionally. I remember when I was about four years old being at my grandmothers house for the weekend. I may have been three. My older brother who was about five (3 yrs older than I), my father and myself would all share my grandmothers bed. I can remember the wee hours of the morning creeping up and the sunlight beginning to dance on the ceiling, that was when it began to happen. I could feel my fathers hand gently grazing the outside of my panties. It felt strange and gave me the chills I said "Daddy no tickle" and he said "you can tickle yourself whenever you want" and proceeded to take my finger and lay it against my clitoris. There is more to the story but it is all I can say right now. I am sorry if this is told emotionless as I am not the actual victim I am an alter that just watched the whole thing I remember the visual aspects even the color of our panties, they were a light blue. I hold the images, there are others that hold the emotions. thank you for listening to part of our story.
The Sparkles