Dear diary,
Twice. Twice I have seen my father's dick in my memory.
The first, I was in bed with my parents, really young, maybe six. I was lazing and sort of playing with them. I happened to be under the cover and then there was my father's naked body. This image has been burned into my head for years.
The second time was more recent. I was coming up to being a teenager. We would go to our local swimming pool all the time, especially on Saturdays while my mother worked at an auction house. After the both of us had changed, and put our belongings in the lockers, me being a timid and shy person, had my eyes firmly downward. He was talking so I looked over to him, as i did, he was fixing his trunks. I seen his dick.
I had to act like everything was normal, looking back to the ground as I stood, uncomfortable with not only my own body, but also having seen my fathers dick.
So diary, is this traumatic?
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dear diary, is this trauma?
Non-Fictionrandom things about me that I'm only thinking is traumatic now.
