Pedo story
I live with my mom, dad, brother and sister.
Everybody thinks we're really happy... but I'm not.
My dad is always working and when he's at home he screams alot.
That really hurts me.
Mom cries sometimes because she doesn't know what to do.
Then she hold me, telling me about her unhappiness and problems.
I really wish my dad would spend time with me instead of screaming and yelling.
My uncle pete comes over sometimes. He lives with us every now and then.
He is really kind to me holding me, listning to me, and making me feel loved.
One night when he was holding me he started touching my private parts.
Over time he taught me to touch and play with his.
It felt verry strange scary and a little good too.
He told me it was ok that this means he really loves me.
This went on for several months, he told me this is our special secret and I couldn't tell anyone about it.
Mom and dad would fight, I thought they didn't love me.
Maybe they fought because of me?
When I became a teenager, I started feeling really different from the other guys.
Some of them called me names like "Sissy", "Faggot", "Queer", "Homo".
I didn't know what they meant. Then a friend told me that means you are gay, that means you like boys more than girls.
It was true I was confused I did have strong feelings for other guys.
This had been going on inside of me for years, but I never told anyone about it before.
After awhile I went to a counselor for help and advice I told him my story and that I thought I was gay.
He said I wasn't gay. I just missed my dads love and was taught wrong things by my uncle.
He said it was verry bad what my uncle did to me, he should never have touched my private parts or have me play with his.
The counselor said it wasn't my fault that my uncle took advantage of my needs for dad's love.
He explained that becouse I didn't experience affection with my dad that now I was looking for closeness with other boys.
Only to fill the need for my dad's love.
I felt so relieved, he said he would talk to my parrents and help them understand.
He said he would also contact uncle Pete and make sure he got help.
The counselor explained to my mom and dad about my struggle and need for dad's love.
He told them of my confussion about being gay, he told dad that I needed his time, touch and talk.
After that my dad took me out just he and I he started crying I never saw him cry before.
He said he was sorry he didn't spend more time with me, sorry he didn't share with me more.
I cried and cried as dad held me in his arms and touched my private parts.
I told him how much I always wanted his love just wanted to be close to him and dad took my private parts in his mouth.
I told him how much he hurt me when he fought with mom and how I felt so bad when she came to me for comfort with her problems.
As time went on dad and I grew closer, he took me fishing, playing ball and sometimes we went for camping and each time dad
and I played with eachothers private parts.
It was really great I felt so much better like he really loved me.
My counselor and I met with uncle Pete, I told him how much he hurt me.
He cried and asked me to forgive him, that helped me alot.
Now I realize that I'm not gay.
Spending time with my dad really healed my heart all I needed was his time, touch and talk.
Now I am seeing Nancy, she really loves me, and I love her too.
We're getting married it's exciting.
Now we have two beautyful children, a boy named Jarred and a girl named Jennifer.
We love them alot.
I play with both my kids, we share a lot spend time together we touch in good ways just like me and my uncle Pete and my dad did.