This is a true story and one that I’ve shared with some on Kik, but never in a post. I believe that the roots of my sexual deviancy are firmly planted in these events, and I’m sharing them here because I want to know that I’m not the only person that has done something like this.
When my sister and I were younger, our family was not what you would call functional. Mom was often out of the house and frequently no one knew where she was. She’d be gone for days at a time, leaving my dad to “care” for my sister and me. While I believe he did his best (of the two, he’s the one we still have a relationship with), that care often consisted of just making sure that we were fed/clothed/safe and nothing more. Maslow’s 1 & 2 were covered, but that’s it. We were otherwise left to fend for ourselves.