My thumbs and fingers were very bruised and i remember crying in pain for the rest of the night.
I don't think i was allowed to NOT rise to the challenge as a little kid, probably not as a baby either.
Im autistic too... My parents weren't the best parents.
I find it odd that i orgasm from the thought of feeling safe in a diaper and being allowed to retreat into my caregiver instead of doing, even a so-called "simple" task. Being allowed to seek comfort.
I don't have many childhood memories, but i do remember being 6 or 7 and being put outside with my big sister who was about 11 with nails and a hammer (like the heavy adult kind) and told to hammer the floor planks for the back patio.
@Egg_irl_bot Bigots: you're just making alphabet soup
Me: maybe i am :o
(I was nothing, then i was LGBTQ Audhd depressed poly demi little w cptsd) (Oppression is effective)