My family drove me into incest because of their withholding affection I desperately needed. So, being the youngest and constantly parched, anyone who paid attention to me thrilled me. Even if those encounters had to remain secret because I did not know what was abuse and what wasn’t. I went full board into anything I could get my hands on. And I would for several years, even if that meant them ignoring me the rest of the time. They regarded me as inferior and made sure I knew that.

More to come.

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