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Originally Posted by pavementtune
Ah, I get it now, thanks for clarifying.
At 7 or 8 I climbed up the bookshelves at home to get a look at the books out of my reach.
Bad idea.
I "borrowed" a book with the fascinating title SEXUS. It was some study about violent pornography in literature. And had the original texts. One of them about an old guy deflowering a teenaged girl with candles and beating her senseless. My nightmares after reading that were pretty ugly, but I couldn't just go ahead and ask - that would have meant admitting that I had broken the rules and read forbidden books.
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That is terrible, I'm sorry you had that experience.
I was 11 (I know the exact date because it was the day I saw SP for the first time) and at my dad's work and came across a whole big file cabinet drawer full of really inappropriate porn. Like, it would have been bad enough if it was just regular vanilla porn. I was preoccupied about what I found for about a month before I told my mom (at least a month, I really don't remember how long), though I didn't realize how unorthodox the specifics were at the time (just that I found porn). It was a pretty terrible experience. I felt like he betrayed my mom, but I also felt like I was betraying him by telling her. And my mom told me this had happened before, and I dared not ask what she meant. And who keeps a ton of porn at work, anyway? I also felt bad because at that age I was interested in sex and looked at it all for a few minutes before I found something that made me feel terrible.