On May 20th 1962 I was born. Jamie Jo White was the name I was given. Jo was my aunt's name. Jamie is the unisex name my parents picked for me 'cuz they were hoping for a son.Just born and I am already a disapointment to the one set of people that are suppose to be happy to see me.Gene Edward and Elva Jean had 2 girls[Connie Jean & Marjorie Sue] and a boy[Michael Gene].They only wanted 2 of each. I was the only redhead in a family of brunettes. This made me feel like the ugly duckling, the oddball, possibly the result of a "fling thing". It was the 60's.
Before I was 1yrs. old I felt the wrath of someone welcoming me into this world.The constant reminder stared back at me in the mirror. A scar left on my upper right forehead. While bangs weren't popular in the 60's, I was forced to keep my hair trimmed differently from my 2 sisters who were able to look hip in an instant with a headband. There ain't much you can do with a pixie and no accessories. Another reminder I forgot to grow a penis before I darted out into this world of ours. Now I have to pay for it by toting around a male do.
I was very quite eager to please my parents dispite my short comings. When my introvert nature disstessed them, I pushed myself to be more outgoing even though it was not in my nature to do so. Forcing me to socialize when I had no goal in mind made me their unescapable clown, scapegoat, dummy, ...and victum. I learned quickly to have fun inspite of the fact the joke was on me. I, also, learned it is easier to confess to a crime you did not commit and satisfy the punishment, than it is to defend yourself in front of people that see you as the target of all their misery....especially when you are a child and have no power.
When I was 3yrs. old Marjorie and I fought for the door lock on the car door, it was my turn to push the button and I was trying to learn to stick up for what was fare in life for the first time. Thanks to my mom she told my sister to shut the f**ing door before I had my hand out of the way. My right hand broke and I went to get it fixed twice, cause the doctor broke it again when the 1st cast was removed. School forced me to use my left hand when I entered kindergarten even though I only needed to rehabilitate my right hand. Now I am amidexterious cuz I rehabilitated it myself.
My father was a policeman in the military and in Austin,MN. He later worked at Hormel. My mother stayed at home til I was 5yrs old, during which she had another child Mark. Yes, they had the son they wanted. Now, they can quit. She began work at Weyerhauser and made us "latchkey kids".
NOW! the real terror begins. Connie became the babysitter. More like the Jamiesitter. Any time I did not want to play what they were playing it resulted in my being sat on by my fat ass older sister and had my nose flicked till I cooperated. The activity usually was bad or wrong [or illegal]. I just never felt comfortable with what they wanted to do.Some activities made me their patsy.
Some activities gave me the creeps.
It all ruined my life. Children should never be allowed to play doctor nude and without a responsible adult present. I can't begin to name the numerous objects around the house used to probe my vagina by my siblings. My siblings would say "I can"t" cuz it never happenened. I say "I can't" because there isn't enough time or space for you to read it all. Just say if they could make it fit it was used. Case closed?
Openning up another.
Once my sisters became disinterested in the "game" due to their own menstrual cycles, shoving tampons up theirs, my brother Michael Gene White became sexually aware desiring to shove something other than objects up my vagina. With my sisters gone most of the time, I found myself at my brothers mercy forced me to comply. I was never safe in the house alone with him once he got a taste.
I had just turned 12yrs. old when it started. I had not even had my own period or urges,yet. I had just grown accustom to letting my family members put things in my openning down there. I did not understand why the frequency of events increased and why it was so important for us to be secretive about it. The rest of my family used me down there. Why is it just because the item in which he was using changed I couldn't speak of it to anyone. As I learned, things became ugly.