A Real Life Perspective Not Fantasy or Roleplay
This is kind of a vent and kind of just me getting a lot of crap out that I don't really have anyone I can talk to about so hopefully it makes sense. Sorry if it doesnt.
For me incest is a lot more complicated than people act like it is. To many people on here just reduce it down to some like simple "was it good or was it bad" thing but its not always that easy. Also as someone who grew up in that kind of house I can easily tell when someone is just posting a fantasy and never really went thru that in their childhood. The majority of the stories ppl are posting here are defanately just their fantasies and obviously weren't real. I get that its like a fetish for some ppl but I wish there was a seprate place for the ppl who actualy went thru it vs the ppl just here to roleplay or something.
For me growing up it was just my "normal" with him because I literaly don't have any memories before it was happening. And I have memories going back to like 4ish so its not that I can't remember very far back. Its just that it was always going on. I just assumed thats how life was and didnt question it. I knew it was something I couldnt talk about with anyone, he made sure that was drilled into my head so that resulted in me basically creating another "fake me" when I was at school or with friends and stuff. I never was able to really feel like I had any close friends because literaly everyone outside what was happening at home only knew the "fake me" that I put on. I got really good at reading people tho and I always felt like i was "better" than the other kids my age because they seemed so clueless about life. This will sound stupid but I kind of felt like Hannah Montana because I had these two personalities and nobody at school or anywhere knew the real me.
It wasnt until I was around 9 when I fully realized what the world thought of ppl in situations like mine though. I was over at a friends house and we were coloring on the floor in the living room. I was coloring a my little pony coloring book lol. Her parents were watching TV and had the news on and a story came on about a girl in a similar situation as mine and her parents started saying shit like "Oh that poor girl, she's going to be completed ruined from that" and even said "Going thru that is a fate worse than death." My heart felt like it sank down into my tummy and I felt completely sick to my core. Hearing how they saw that girl just like cut me so deep. Prior to that i was a happy kid. That moment hurt me more than any of the shit that happened at home ever had.
It just made me double down on keeping the "fake me" person shielded from the real me. I never ever let people in my life truly get close to me. But I was like a master at pretending and the "fake me" made friends super easily, I think cuz I was so good at like reading ppl and pretending.
Everything at home continued tho and yah I sometimes felt more of a sting of embarasment after knowing how bad it all was but if anything that just made me more pissed off at other people for being so judgemental. He died when I was 13 tho so that ended things at home. Thats a whole other level of daddy issues lol. Lifes complicated its not simple.
For me incest is a lot more complicated than people act like it is. To many people on here just reduce it down to some like simple "was it good or was it bad" thing but its not always that easy. Also as someone who grew up in that kind of house I can easily tell when someone is just posting a fantasy and never really went thru that in their childhood. The majority of the stories ppl are posting here are defanately just their fantasies and obviously weren't real. I get that its like a fetish for some ppl but I wish there was a seprate place for the ppl who actualy went thru it vs the ppl just here to roleplay or something.
For me growing up it was just my "normal" with him because I literaly don't have any memories before it was happening. And I have memories going back to like 4ish so its not that I can't remember very far back. Its just that it was always going on. I just assumed thats how life was and didnt question it. I knew it was something I couldnt talk about with anyone, he made sure that was drilled into my head so that resulted in me basically creating another "fake me" when I was at school or with friends and stuff. I never was able to really feel like I had any close friends because literaly everyone outside what was happening at home only knew the "fake me" that I put on. I got really good at reading people tho and I always felt like i was "better" than the other kids my age because they seemed so clueless about life. This will sound stupid but I kind of felt like Hannah Montana because I had these two personalities and nobody at school or anywhere knew the real me.
It wasnt until I was around 9 when I fully realized what the world thought of ppl in situations like mine though. I was over at a friends house and we were coloring on the floor in the living room. I was coloring a my little pony coloring book lol. Her parents were watching TV and had the news on and a story came on about a girl in a similar situation as mine and her parents started saying shit like "Oh that poor girl, she's going to be completed ruined from that" and even said "Going thru that is a fate worse than death." My heart felt like it sank down into my tummy and I felt completely sick to my core. Hearing how they saw that girl just like cut me so deep. Prior to that i was a happy kid. That moment hurt me more than any of the shit that happened at home ever had.
It just made me double down on keeping the "fake me" person shielded from the real me. I never ever let people in my life truly get close to me. But I was like a master at pretending and the "fake me" made friends super easily, I think cuz I was so good at like reading ppl and pretending.
Everything at home continued tho and yah I sometimes felt more of a sting of embarasment after knowing how bad it all was but if anything that just made me more pissed off at other people for being so judgemental. He died when I was 13 tho so that ended things at home. Thats a whole other level of daddy issues lol. Lifes complicated its not simple.
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