Glad to hear it, dude. Maybe if enough people post it will turn into the official MT.net self help thread.
I had to revisit it today. I unjustly got on someones *** earlier and was a real dick in another thread to someone who didn't deserve it. I felt pretty bad so I came in and reread some of the posts. Guilt sucks and I definitely don't need to make any extra than I already have.
I guess I did it to remind myself who I was, who I am and who I should be. If someone deserves it it's one thing but he didn't. I was just an ******* and I was wrong. I know I'm better than that or at least should be. Gotta try to stay on the high road and be a better person. I don't need to be regressing.
On a side note, I'm thinking about trying to get my GED and maybe going back to school. I was checking out the sample questions and holy **** it's way different than when I was in school. I should have done it earlier, it seems way more difficult now. I'm still going to look into it though. I'm thinking about a different career. This construction work is really wearing me out. The physical abuse is just nuts. I would like to be able to enjoy my retirement and not be in constant pain.
Last edited by lordrigamus; 08-02-2010 at 11:43 PM.
I usually do too but it was early, I had just gotten up and my guard was down. I don't know why, I just lost my mind momentarily and he bore the brunt of it. Got to keep my wits about me. Rash decisions are usually bad decisions. There's still no excuse for it.
It was a fellow member and I did. I still feel bad about it, though. I just need to keep my mouth shut if I don't know what I'm talking about. Tomorrow is a new day., hopefully better than the last.
You could post a link to the thread so we could all go over there and jump your **** over it, if it would help the healing process...
I think the continuing education route is a good idea, within limits. The GED is probably a good plan, but I don't know about chasing an associate's or bachelor of arts at 39 if you are currently in construction. If you were established in a field that would allow management opportunities if you had a degree I would say do it, but in construction that is not typically the case. A strong technical specialty might benefit you more directly short and long term. I say this because my BA qualified me for entry level "don't know **** yet" jobs. I had no useful specialty knowledge or experience that would cause them to pay me more. If I had earned a bachelor of science in a "hard" science like chemistry, engineering, or physics I would have had a much better time starting out, but I didn't. Technical school skill training can be a really good for combining what you do know with what you can learn to make yourself more valuable to a prospective employer. We all need marketable skills since none of us has a womb.
My wife sells degrees and they aren't all worth what you pay for them. Many of the schools that have popped up in the last 20 years are "nationally accredited" whereas the real colleges and universities are actually "regionally accredited" which sounds backward from what you might expect. If Florida State University won't accept your associates degree from Florida Metropolitan University then it isn't real. And you have spent tens of thousands of dollars and two years on a pretty piece of toilet paper with your name on it to frame and hang on the wall. It is a shame that most people find this out after they spend the time and money.
There are probably free or heavily subsidized GED programs in your area as well as free or subsidized job/technical training. "Back to work" programs are everywhere if you hunt for them. A buddy of mine who is a retired Xerox exec (and car guy) took a refrigeration class at the local tech school for nearly no money and ended up repairing and refurbishing an old Coke machine as one of his class projects. I want to learn to weld properly.
Last edited by sixshooter; 08-03-2010 at 02:10 PM.
Its nice to see the sensitive side of the forum, I'd like to discuss something here that I've been hiding for a long time:
There is one lesson that my father taught me. I was what you might call a "late bloomer". As a kid, I had a chronic bedwetting problem. My parents tried everything, including a wee-wee alert, which consisted of a metallic sheet attached to an alarm. Alas, this did not work either. Exasperated, my dad resorted to waking me at least once every night to escort me to the bathroom for a tinkle.
Half asleep, we would shuffle into the john to see if anything would come out. Unfortunately, my uncut ***** was still quite small and I had terrible aim. I frequently peed on the rim and on the floor. This angered my dad tremendously. One late night, my quick-tempered dad screamed out "enough is enough!! You are going to learn how to **** like a MAN!!!" With that, he hauled out his **** and unloaded a heavy stream of ****. It hit directly in the center of the bowl and landed with a loud splash. "There," he said, "NOW YOU DO IT!"
I was scared to death of my father. At that point, I had already emptied my bladder on the floor and had nothing left to give. When my dad realized this, he instructed me to hold his **** and aim it at the bowl. I did it. The weight of his dick felt amazing. "Get ready son, here it comes." Then he pissed a little more. I was not used to such a hefty stream of **** so at first it sprayed the seat. I quickly redirected the flow and was successful. "Good boy, now do you think you can show daddy how it's done?"
I squeezed and squeezed and somehow managed to squirt out a few drops. Sadly, these missed the toilet too. My father grabbed my ***** and said, "no wonder! You have to pull your foreskin back. Otherwise, it gets in the way." With that, he slid my skin back and held my *****." At that point, I was completely drained and I cried. My dad sat on the edge of the tub and held me for a long time. "It's ok son, you'll get it." That night is my best memory of my dad.
It has not been very long since the days when I simply did not believe that someone could actually place their entire hand into someone else's rectum; nor could I conceive of anyone wanting to do that. The reality of it came home when I witnessed the act at the Black Party of a popular Manhattan disco. That night I not only witnessed someone fistfuck another man, but he went in all the way to the shoulder! Needless to say I was nonplussed. As I stood there, drink in hand, watching this event occur on a stage set up above the bar, the only thought that ran through my mind was "that man is not going to walk out of here alive." Not only did he survive the experience, but as fate had it, I met him a couple of years later. He turned out to be one of the sweetest, gentlest and kindest men I ever met.
Although depth is not the object of handball, there are many men who enjoy depth, but there are few who can take it to the shoulder. Tom has over 10 years experience as a bottom and he has never experienced an injury. He explained to me that he is very careful about whom he plays with and he avoids heavy drugs.
Although the image of handball is strong, aggressive and powerful, it is really a very gentle, caring and intimate act. When I first heard about handballing, I mentally relegated it to the realm of the kinky and bizarre; an act performed by perverts and sado- masochists. Today I either have to consider myself a pervert or believe it to be an act that, although extreme, is definitely within the realm of physical possibility and the spectrum of acceptable sexual behavior. No matter what view one may hold of handballing, and whether or not one chooses to participate in this activity, it is nothing to be afraid of. Handballing is simply another way of exploring the feelings that the body has to offer.
Some argue that handball is not natural. But is there any form of sex that is 'natural'? The only type of sex that I would call 'natural' is heterosexual coitus for the purpose of procreation - and even straights have abandoned that notion. Sex for pleasure is purely the product of the human mind. Oddly enough even some men who are continuously searching for bigger and bigger dicks and think nothing of inserting large dildoes and other objects into their asses, find the thought of handballing appalling. Many men fear releasing control to another person. Yet, the level of trust and intimacy that handball requires is central to the intense physical and psychological pleasures that it provides.
I wondered if hustler would actually post in this thread and shortly thereafter, I wondered what that post would be like. I have to admit, I didn't expect anything quite like that, however I should have seen it coming.
Thanks for sharing, buddy. Have the lambs stopped screaming?
My daughter is almost eight years old. As with any child, her potty training had its ups and downs. But by the time she was six she really didn't need any more help in the bathroom.
My daughter is basically an only child (she has a 18-year-old half-brother), so she is a little spoiled. We call her The Dictator. She gets control of the TV remote, she orders us around like waiters, and nine times out of ten in any situation, she gets her way.
About six months ago we started discovering that she wasn't wiping her *** too good. We often found dook in her underwear while doing laundry, and she sometimes stunk like ****. My wife got on her about thoroughly wiping her crack.
It then got to the point where she was wiping so good that after every dump she would use a roll of toilet paper, and I would have to break out the plunger daily. We tried the wet wipes route, but she was still having problems. Not only was there still crap on her *** after several attempts at wiping, but it got on her clothes, the sink, the carpet, the wall, you name it.
After a month or so of not wiping good enough and/or wiping too much and making a mess, now it's something new: as soon as she's done pooping, we hear her call out, "Butt Problems!"
This could mean anything from **** smeared somewhere in the room to an *** filled with fudge. It now seems that EVERY TIME she's in the bathroom dropping a loaf, there are Butt Problems. Being since she is spoiled and gets frustrated easily, I wonder if she is now just taking advantage of the wife and I. Every day, it's the cry of "Butt Problems!", and we open the door to find her bent over, *** in the air and full of turd tracks, just waiting for one of us to wipe her.
I often protest that, since I am a man, I shouldn't be wiping a little girl's butt; so my wife is the main wiper. But I get forced to do it if Mom ain't home.
I know she ***** at school, and there is nobody there to wipe her ***. Are we being taken advantage of? Is she even TRYING to clean her own ***? Are we mere servants to The Dictator?
Seriously, by the time she's 8 you guys should know how to push responsibility on her. You will literally be wiping her *** for the rest of her life if not. My 3yr old can grab a baby wipe and clean her behind. She also picks up her toys, feeds her fish, puts her dishes in the sink, loads her clothes in the washer, then dryer, then carries to room...etc etc.
No special tricks, just making it clear what her responsibilities are, helping her, including her in our own chores, and never failing to show her we handle our own responsibilities as well.
EDIT: Not trying to be a dick, but your family's sake.
1. Kids will push as far as you LET them.
2. The absolute best tools for behavior modification are time, and being an example. Kids respond best to face time, and little moments count BIG to them, not the big trip you took them on or whatnot. Also, they WANT to act like us, and despite some rebelling, they will pick up on your good habits, and magnify the bad ones.
It's hard to tell, fae. I don't have any kids myself but being deemed the "official babysitter", I can say that kids are good at finding an angle and working it when they can. This may not be the case at all, she may actually be stuck between "butt problems" and using too much toilet paper not knowing what direction to go.
Making her understand what the right amount of toilet paper is to get the job done might not be that easy either. Efficiency is a hard concept for a small child to grasp, I bet, because it doesn't involve toys or fun. Try to help her understand there is a right way to do things even wiping her butt. It will take some guidance at first but maybe the idea will take root. Might not be a bad time to help her understand she should do the best job she can, no matter what it is also.
I think most children do enjoy receiving praise from their parents. I think they like the extra attention. I also think they like to emulate their parents to a certain degree.The "big girl" approach may work in your situation. Tell her she's a big girl, how much she's growing up and what a good job she's doing when she gets it right and shower her with praise.
Of course it won't happen overnight, it will take diligence and patience. A child's attention is easily diverted to something more exciting like toys and cartoons.
I'm sure you will figure out a way to resolve the issue and this will end up being a past phase that you and your wife will laugh about later. Some things just take a little more time and effort than others.
It's just my two pennies and I figure I owe you a little something for me being a jerk. I'm not trying to tell you how you should raise your child or that it will work in every circumstance. I'm just speaking from what little experience I have. Maybe it could help. GL!