Firstly thank you BoldGirl for starting this thread. Hassan knows his stuff for sure. His work has truly got my wheels rolling in the right direction.
Secondly I want to give Pixie one mighty big hug.
I can't begin to know the shock that you went through with this insane level of interference in your private life. Your innocence, your loyalty, your purity, tampered with. What happened to you is what I simply call a mind fuck. I make no apologies for the language either.
Good for you Pixie getting this out in the open. Way to go!
I would now like to share an experience that has hang around in my head for many years. It is once again to do with the 2nd dynamic.
I had just joined staff at a class v org. I had met a scio man prior to joining staff and we were madly in love. He was on staff also. We were both dedicated staff members.
We had talked about having sex - was it okay per policy - & had read the 2nd dynamic rules policy carefully. Together we decided that with the love we had, we could have sex without damaging anyone or anything & we would not violate policy.
Looking at even that now makes me cringe. Imagine consulting a friggin' book to see if it was okay to have sex. How nutty was this I ask myself.
Okay so a few weeks goes by. He gets a rash on his private parts. He goes to the doctor - it is nothing. A heat rash or something innocent. He gets cream. It's all fine.
Next thing it is all around the fucking org. Tim (not his real name) has a sexually transmitted disease and he probably got it from "her". And stupid comments about "this is what happens when you go out-2d". Out 2D? WTF!!!!!!!!
Next thing I am hauled into the ED's office and she starts screaming at me. I stayed calm and asked her what the hell was going on. She said to me "you must have known that Tim had a sexually transmitted disease and YOU HAD SEX WITH HIM. YOU ARE DISGUSTING! Like a slut. I am so disgusted in you. Very disappointed. I had such high hopes for you."
I was shocked to the core.
This is how it would go now:
I would tell her that she had just used up her only opportunity to ever dish out her lies, her poisonous crap, to me. I would tell her that no one, but NO ONE tells me how I can and cannot live my life and experience intimacies. I would tell her that her opinion of me means NOTHING to me.
"Whoever the hell you think you are, you need to get a grip on reality!"
Then I would walk out of her sad pathetic ED office and walk down the hall, push the button for the elevator and ride down. I would walk out into the street and never look back.