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I mentioned earlier about a poem I wrote about being sexually assaulted by another boy. We were both 17 at the time. He was one of the bullies who made my life hell by forcing me to wear a panty girdle under my school uniform - he always seemed to get a weird kick from the fact that another boy...

Sorry for the near duplicate post above I'd forgotten I'd already posted the first poem on myptsd. Ah, the joys of old age! 🙂

I've no artistic ability whatsoever, but I have been writing about my experiences on another site. When I was a chubby teenage schoolboy, I was forced to start wearing women's shapewear under my school uniform. Here's a poem I wrote about dressing for school that first morning - this structure...

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Kate

I hated my body when I was a boy. Firstly I was a bit overweight. Then, in my teenage years, I was made to wear a girdle - and not one for men, but a woman's panty girdle straight out of a nearby department store. And that damn thing was a good tight fit, so I had to suffer hours each school day...

Heroin

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My embarrassment comes from my teens rather than earlier in childhood, and is to do with school bullying rather than family issues. They made me wear women's shapewear (long story) and I've never been able to bring myself to talk about it with anyone face to face. The idea of sitting facing...

I have an occasional issue with "trauma reenactment", and by God did I do some humiliating reenacting this week.

Serpico

That I managed to exercise some rare self control and not give in to one of my intermittent self-destructive urges (and possibly make a complete fool of myself in the process).

Brazilian

Fifty Shades