Hii! So these are my 10 week old brother and sister duo! They are Labrador x American Staffordshire Terriers! Their names are Zander (the black pup) and Zoey (the golden pup) :) They have an Instagram which is zanderandzoey :) x (submitted by sunny-laughs)
Hi! I just discovered your blog and I absolutely love your content. I would be so happy if you shared my cosplays, they can be linked back to my Facebook page (favebook.com/kyubeibycosplay). Thanks! I’ll be submitting my SKTT1 Zyra photos as well :)
This is something that I haven’t even told my best friend of 6 years. But, when I was like 3, maybe, I was sorta sexually taken advantage of. I wouldn’t call it assault, because I don’t think it was intentional.
My cousin was a year older than me. He used to come over to my house, and we would play in this little ball pit/tent thing we had in the living room. I don’t remember how it started, but when we would go into the tent, we would both take off our pants, and he would lick my lady bits, and I would lick the man bits. He told me that some man he met had told him that that’s how friends showed each other they were friends (so he was the biggest victim in this, really). Anyway, I began to feel bad about it, because somewhere in my little 3 year old heart, I knew it was wrong. so I told my mom, and needless to say she threw the ball pit out, and called my cousin’s parents, who then called the police to talk to their son, who then told the police the story (or at least that’s what my mom said when I asked her, back when i was 4 or so).
I’m 17 years old now, and I don’t often think about it. But randomly, I’ll think of it and get sick to my stomach. I feel so guilty, and don’t know how to get rid of it. I know it’s not my fault, and that I’m not tainted because of it or whatever, but I can’t help but feel like this. I can’t tell my mom about it, because it’s been 15 years, and she’s either forgotten and would yell at me for making it up, or she would remember but still yell at me for making it up. I just don’t know how to deal with this guilt I feel. And my cousin is back in town, too, and he always brings up the feelings of guilt; at this point I can’t even be in the same room as my cousin without feeling sick.
I’m not sure if I count as a survivor, or if this is even relevant to your blog, but I needed someone to just listen, to get this off my chest.