My father was an electrical engineer. I went to see him at work. He wasn't there so his boss took me into a room to get a magnet. He knew I collected them. He pointed to the top shelf and said he could pick me up to reach it. He lifted me up and in his finger went. I remember my face turning so red I thought I would die. He kept me up there for a few minutes then put me down. I walked quickly out through the warehouse to the front door. I had to walk past all the employees and I just knew they had seen what he had done and that I was somehow responsible. It was the longest walk of my life!
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Too Damaged For Help
Short StorySexually abused almost everyday from age 7 by a man & age 8 to 17 by stepfather. At 38 years old, I finally went to a (bad) counselor & was told I was "Too Damaged" for help! This is a short story of hope.
