Chloie Jonsson Nude: Däremellan

0:13 it’s great to see that “the rock” reunited with his long lost relative “the stone” and had a lovely picnic together.

Brilliant! I've only been on Pixabay but really not finding what I'm looking for, so this will be gold! Thank you, Susan! 🤩

I was also abused as a child (4-6 years old) by the husband of our babysitter. I had no memories of it until I was at university when I was looking through the archaeology section in the library and came across a book on the Bog People burials of over 2,000 years ago. (The oldest one found so far is 8,000 BCE.) It was very interesting and it spoke of the extremely well preserved bodies found in peat bogs in The Netherlands, Germany, Ireland, United Kingdom and Denmark, with everything preserved by the acid in the bog - clothes, rope round some of their necks (they are possibly thought to be executions or sacrifices), skin, hair, eyelashes and stubble on the men. Suddenly I came upon a very famous cadaver, known as Tollund Man and the photo gave me the instant shudders and made me feel sick. I shut the book immediately. When I next went home on a visit I took a photocopy of Tollund Man with me and explained to my mother that it gave me heeby-jeebies, plus I'd been having the same nightmare repeatedly ever since I saw the photo, in which I was standing in a dark room, and to my left was an armchair with a man sitting in it. He was holding me by my left wrist and I knew I had to keep silent and stay still. Suddenly the door was opened and the light from the passageway shone into the room as far as the foot of the chair, silouetting my mother against the light, and all the time I was saying Oh, please. Please. Please. Please. Please over and over in my mind, and I was filled with fear and desperation. Anyway, when I described this to my mother and showed her the photocopy she looked hard at it and then said How interesting. I didn't think you remembered. It turned out that Tollund Man was the spitting image of the babysitter's husband, who my mother had caught abusing me. My parents had a sit down meeting with the babysitter and eventually they agreed that they wouldn't report him to the police because he was unemployed and the only money coming in was from the babysitter, and if he was arrested she wouldn't be able to work. Also they agreed she would continue to be employed by my parents but he was not allowed across the threshold ever again. So basically my parents put the babysitter and her husband's welfare before mine, and, it turned out, my younger sister's as well (which I only found out from her last year) who would have been 2-4 years old while the abuse was going on. Not surprisingly I have had low self esteem as long as I can remember, and my sister has been confrontational with men/authority figures. I am 65 and she is 63 and it still casts a shadow in our lives, despite both of us knowing where the problem originated.

Swerte nung nakabutas

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