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Post by finally on Jun 6, 2013 18:25:11 GMT -5
I remember, as a child (around 10 yrs of age) I used to do lots of pretending e.g. walk into our cellar where there was skiing equipment, take the sticks/Poles (whatever you call it, I don´t know) and pretend like I need them to walk. ( like him) That would arouse me and afterwards I would masturbate on a certain stool (it was orange :-) with this extra excitement of always being afraid of "getting caught", of someone walking by and looking down the window into the cellar. any other dev here experienced something similar?
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Post by Ath on Jun 6, 2013 22:08:15 GMT -5
I pretended, or had my brother pretend and I was a nurse/ doc, never masturbated, didnt understand I was "meant" to be worried about it - I did not see anything wrong with it before others reacted on it multiple times (over several years -I wish I hadnt let that affect me).
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Post by janewheeler on Jun 6, 2013 22:10:00 GMT -5
I didn't end up masturbating (didn't admit it to myself until many years later), but I definitely pretended. I stuck curtain rods up my pants like braces, particularly those L-shaped ones. They were just the right shape and look. JUST right ;D
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Post by Pisti on Jun 7, 2013 3:32:44 GMT -5
I pretended, too. I started quite early, when I was about 3, but masturbation didn't come to my life until my '20-s. I guess I bloomed late.
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Post by Pigeon on Jun 7, 2013 3:51:56 GMT -5
When I was alone, I'd *always* swing myself down the banisters of the stairs or swing on ski poles ... like I was on crutches. I used to try to imagine what it would be like not to feel anything in my legs, except that as soon as I tried, I became painfully aware of their existence. Masturbation wasn't a thing for me until relatively recently. I wasn't good at connecting the dots, I guess?
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Post by finally on Jun 7, 2013 5:07:11 GMT -5
I used to try to imagine what it would be like not to feel anything in my legs that is so interesting! so did/do I!
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Post by RyooT on Jun 7, 2013 11:13:46 GMT -5
I also remember that around the age of ten I had certain rituals involving pretending. In my bed before I fell asleep I would for example wrap one leg or arm into the blanket imagining it to be in a cast or paralysed. I never musturbated as a child, but I did feel a degree of arousal/felt good - except I also only connected the dots much much later when I was already an adult that what I felt was sexual arousal.
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Post by whisperingpines on Jun 7, 2013 14:24:52 GMT -5
I can remember pretending when I was a kid! Around the age of 7-10. And also, whenever I played with Barbies, Ken was always in a wheelchair.. or ended up losing his legs (I would take them off). Once I couldn't put them back on, they got broken, so I had to bury him in the woods so that my mom would not find out. wow, this brings back memories...
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Post by faith on Jun 9, 2013 1:54:47 GMT -5
Oh yes! I remember dragging my legs on the ground pretending I could not walk. I fantasized all the time about men with forearm crutches. I still love them!
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Post by finally on Jun 9, 2013 2:01:44 GMT -5
that´s so awesome to share these things, ladies!
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Post by Ath on Jun 9, 2013 2:04:21 GMT -5
But how did you know this or disabilities was a bad thing - who told you? how did you learn. Or did you just automatically know, or did you assume it was bad because it was not so common
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Post by finally on Jun 9, 2013 2:28:34 GMT -5
I guess as a child you just assume that disability is a bad thing because of what you see how AB people react to that whole subject. I could write a novel on this, since having a disabled child... AB children are curious, walk towards us, stop and stare, ask questions. I love that! But you should see how their parents, you encounter mostly mothers, react. - drawing their children whispering "come on, let´s keep going", stuff like that... well, what does an AB child learn from that reaction and in such situations? Once there was a really small child saying "that poor kid" - this child almost was not old enough to speak, but he knew that someone sitting in a wheelchair is "poor". that is so sad!
as a child you really get these things!!! children absorbe it like sponges, not consciously of course, but with all of their other antennas.
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Post by Ath on Jun 9, 2013 2:55:43 GMT -5
not when you have aspergers but I'm only happy about a different perspective Dude's niece and newphew only think his chair and scooter are cool - but they are only 5 and 2 so maybe the questions will come soon - especially since their father sadly is now showing some of the same symptoms as their uncle =/
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Post by lisa on Jun 9, 2013 3:44:16 GMT -5
But how did you know this or disabilities was a bad thing - who told you? how did you learn. Or did you just automatically know, or did you assume it was bad because it was not so common Good question! I don't know. I think I just figured that if I was caught staring at wheelers, there will be awkward questions or my parents telling me to not look at these "sick guys". Though I can't recall a situation where this actually happened.
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Post by whisperingpines on Jun 9, 2013 4:50:17 GMT -5
I don't remember feeling it was a bad thing.. I've always been surrounded by disabled people because of my moms job, and my mom has never told me not to ask questions or not to stare and then go talk to them. She was more encouraging me than telling me not to be curious. Even as a little kid (from 3-5 years old) I had friends with different disabilities and to me and to my mom this was all natural part of life. Maybe that's why it took me so long to discover all this in me, even if somehow I knew it was there - just didn't know there was a name to it, cause to me it has been something normal. (well, normal in a way that it was how I felt. I knew it wasn't how other people were thinking) And it's not like every disability gives me The Tickle.. oh no! Only paras (took me 28 years to actually meet one, and he was way too old! Older than my dad.) so they weren't around to help me to discover this. So even with the Ken doll it was more the fact that it got broken that scared me. As a kid you don't want to explain anything sexual related to your parents.. And that's why I didn't.
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