Anonymous wrote:Not sure if this counts, but I made it thru school without the basic knowledge most people have. Teachers fawned over me and passed me along to the next. In high school the same thing happened. In college, it was no different. Now that I have kids, I worry about helping them with their homework.

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Anonymous wrote:17:48 here.

Thanks for the words, 05:05, 09:14, 09:30, 09:32, 09:34, 11:17, and 11:52. My (very understanding) spouse and my former therapist are the only people I've spoken to about what I did.

I do think I'll try another therapist in the next few years.

Just wanted to add my hug and tell you I think you're brave for posting here. It is not your fault in any way. Hang in there.

Add me, too.

The DC Rape Crisis Center has a program for adult survivors of childhood sexual abuse. It's a great place to find a counselor who gets it or to get a referral. Best to you.
http://www.dcrcc.org/support_counseling/adult_survivors_of_child_sexual_abuse/C121/

Anonymous wrote:When I was in grad school in London and my bf from school and I were sleeping in her flat in her queen sized bed. It was the wee hours of the morning, as I remember. We had had some drinks earlier but weren't "drunk". I felt my bf's hand gently circling and stroking my nipple for about 5 minutes. I continued to pretend to be asleep. She stopped and then appeared to masturbate next to me for several minutes. She climaxxed and went to sleep. We never spoke of it. I was scheduled to move to my own flat the next day. When we were back in America she was distant and weird and seemed to look for a reason to end the friendship. We had been really close friends since 10th grade and all through her time at a small women's college in VA college. The friendship ended bitterly after 12 years. (I was unable to attend her wedding, she couldn't let it go). She went on to be a member of the joint chiefs of staff for a Republican president. Only she would recognize herself in this story because I have never personally told a living soul these details.

Did the experience make you interested in the other team?

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Anonymous wrote:I used to visit the Facebook page of a girl I went to HS with everyday. We both had our first around the same time but I was single and she is married. We were the first girls from our high school class to have kids in our early 20s. Now she is pregnant with her third and I hear they are a little on the rocks. I was always jealous that she was happily married (guess not). I'm in a great relationship now and feel so lucky. Her Facebook is still absolutely picture perfect, though, and it kills me a little bit.

Please don't be so naive.I've noticed that 'absolutely picture perfect' FB pages usually belong to people who are actively trying to hide their not-so-perfect reality.

I'm aware of that, I thought that was pretty clear in my previous sentences. She is unhappy despite the picture perfect. Still, the picture perfect-ness bothers me--gives me a jealous tug. I'm not naive, though.

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Anonymous wrote:I had a relationship with my high school history teacher. He would have sex with me at school in his office--(oral and mutual masturbation only) from 10th grade until I graduated. It was at a local big 3 school. When I was 15 I was a redhead. As I got older my hair became auburn. We had intercourse once when I came home from college freshman year. He said we couldn't do it anymore because I was no longer a true ginger. True story. For that and many other actual legitimate reasons, including me growing up and moving on, we broke up.

I'm the OP and this was at a big 3 school in DC, not VA.

I'm the PP talking about the Virginia school. Two high school history teacher creeps..unbelievable!

Anonymous wrote:I used to visit the Facebook page of a girl I went to HS with everyday. We both had our first around the same time but I was single and she is married. We were the first girls from our high school class to have kids in our early 20s. Now she is pregnant with her third and I hear they are a little on the rocks. I was always jealous that she was happily married (guess not). I'm in a great relationship now and feel so lucky. Her Facebook is still absolutely picture perfect, though, and it kills me a little bit.

Please don't be so naive.I've noticed that 'absolutely picture perfect' FB pages usually belong to people who are actively trying to hide their not-so-perfect reality.

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Anonymous wrote:17:48 here.

Thanks for the words, 05:05, 09:14, 09:30, 09:32, 09:34, 11:17, and 11:52. My (very understanding) spouse and my former therapist are the only people I've spoken to about what I did.

I do think I'll try another therapist in the next few years.

Just wanted to add my hug and tell you I think you're brave for posting here. It is not your fault in any way. Hang in there.

Add me, too.

Been looking to get this off my chest. Two months ago hs bf (there was a lot of passion but also a lot of problems) contacted me after nearly 11 years since I had seen him last. I am happily married and he is going through a bitter divorce. Live millions of miles apart. He began sending me fb messages in different languages that we both speak. These are very random languages and living in the US we both only get to speak them when we go back to visit our parents. So, yes I found it a huge turn on. 2 weeks ago he asked if he could call me. Over that phone call he said the way things ended with me was the worst mistake of his life. I told him I was happily married, wasn't planning on that ending and if he wanted to be more than old friends he would need to stop contact. He seemed fine with that and said he was willing to wait it out bc he knows we will both return to the island when our kids are grown (and my husband retires). Continued to text me and I felt like a girlish excitement when I would hear from him. Finally, after maybe 8 days of texting I decided to tell him (like 3 days ago) that it had to end, that he wanted more than I could give and I didn't want to ruin my marriage to get my kicks from some language turn on.

It makes me SO annoyed whenever people tell me "oh, you're so young! You have plenty of time to get married/have kids." Especially when it is my friends, my age, that are married.

When I was in grad school in London and my bf from school and I were sleeping in her flat in her queen sized bed. It was the wee hours of the morning, as I remember. We had had some drinks earlier but weren't "drunk". I felt my bf's hand gently circling and stroking my nipple for about 5 minutes. I continued to pretend to be asleep. She stopped and then appeared to masturbate next to me for several minutes. She climaxxed and went to sleep. We never spoke of it. I was scheduled to move to my own flat the next day. When we were back in America she was distant and weird and seemed to look for a reason to end the friendship. We had been really close friends since 10th grade and all through her time at a small women's college in VA college. The friendship ended bitterly after 12 years. (I was unable to attend her wedding, she couldn't let it go). She went on to be a member of the joint chiefs of staff for a Republican president. Only she would recognize herself in this story because I have never personally told a living soul these details.

Anonymous wrote:I had a relationship with my high school history teacher. He would have sex with me at school in his office--(oral and mutual masturbation only) from 10th grade until I graduated. It was at a local big 3 school. When I was 15 I was a redhead. As I got older my hair became auburn. We had intercourse once when I came home from college freshman year. He said we couldn't do it anymore because I was no longer a true ginger. True story. For that and many other actual legitimate reasons, including me growing up and moving on, we broke up.

I'm the OP and this was at a big 3 school in DC, not VA.

Anonymous wrote:17:48 here.

Thanks for the words, 05:05, 09:14, 09:30, 09:32, 09:34, 11:17, and 11:52. My (very understanding) spouse and my former therapist are the only people I've spoken to about what I did.

I do think I'll try another therapist in the next few years.

Just wanted to add my hug and tell you I think you're brave for posting here. It is not your fault in any way. Hang in there.

Hit reply before I finished saying everything I wanted to.

Because my spouse and my former therapist are the only people I've talked to about it, it feels really good to finally tell (type to?) other people about it. It makes me feel a lot better. Thanks, all.

17:48 here.

Thanks for the words, 05:05, 09:14, 09:30, 09:32, 09:34, 11:17, and 11:52. My (very understanding) spouse and my former therapist are the only people I've spoken to about what I did.

I do think I'll try another therapist in the next few years.

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Anonymous wrote:My BIL made a pass at me when his wife (SIL) was sleeping at the other end of the room (touched my chest). I don't think I should tell my DH.

Yes, you should tell your husband. Stop being a dumb ass. (sorry - had to say it) He is disgusting.

If it were anyone else, you would tell!!!!!

I would tell your husband, too.