I was born with Aphantasia. I don’t have the ability to conjure vivid imagery in my mind. When I was going to Sheffield Middle School, shortly after seeing a doctor about me staying up late at night, I had a vivid dream about a classmate riding on top of me having sex. I couldn’t imagine a scene like this if I tried. But I was subject to it during sleep. This was before I had ever done any kind of drugs, folks.
I had a few dreams like this when I was in Middle School, sexual in nature. I highly doubt nature and my brain created this out of randomness. I wasn’t even obsessed with sex at the time. I may have masturbated a few times a month. My dreams before that were like short slides, disjointed. The sexual dreams were long, ordered, and vivid.
In Middle School, during band, I had a female classmate walk up to me and another kid and offer to give both of us blowjobs in the teacher’s office, out of nowhere, unprompted. I declined, but being a people pleaser, I offered to be a lookout for them. It happened, and unfortunately, even though I gave them a signal, they got caught by the band teacher. I didn’t watch, but I heard about how much trouble they got in.
I also remember hearing in Middle School about more than one pregnancy, but I never remember hearing about the police being involved.
This all happened after I was abducted and taken to a basement, forced to strip and play with another little girl. I lived in Elyria when that happened. I don’t know if this followed me to Sheffield Lake, or if it was already there. I can’t reconcile how I could naturally end up in these situations with all the adults around me being kosher.
It seems the adults who did this to us are now trying to cover their tracks. That little girl in band who offered us blowjobs had a hard life. The police have been involved in keeping her down in life, just as they have me. I feel bad that I was able to protect myself better than she was.
I can’t help but think that my family are the ones working with the police, it was my own family who abducted me and took me to a basement and forced me to strip and deal with pictures being taken. I was forced to “act happy” by threats of discipline. If you ever happen upon the pictures, I may look like I was enjoying myself, but I was holding back tears.
What kind of parents put $2,000 in their child’s hands so that they “know what that kind of money feels like”?
If you have kids, please don’t leave them with family at a vulnerable age. Don’t subject them to horrifying experiences like the ones I was subjected to. If you aren’t interested in being better than your own parents, don’t have kids. There are options. I would rather have been aborted than to exist as a plaything for child predators.
No matter how much effort I put into learning things and keeping to myself, there are always predators around the corner waiting to take it away. I hope I can get out enough information before I die so that fewer kids can go through what I went through. Right now, I happen to know that I am not alone, I am not a special case. This has happened so many times, to so many people, that I am ashamed of the world I live in.
When I was a kid, I was told that I can tell my parents anything that happens. If anyone touches me inappropriately, I should tell them. This isn’t enough. Once these things happened to me, I wasn’t able to think about them for a long time. Read between the lines.