Anonymous
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7/25/2025, 2:18:38 PM No.511316038
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Anonymous
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7/25/2025, 2:42:41 PM No.511317421
>>511316038 (OP)
This is true. When I was about 7 or 8, I started displaying "autistic" traists- repetitive head jerking, grunting, trying to be "cool" by not reacting to anything, toe-walking (this was because retarded mom insisted on buy shoes 2 sizes up for me to "grow into", and this was the only way to keep them from falling off. My dad saw me acting like a tard, and started slapping the back of my head whenever I would jerk or grunt and tell me people would think I was a tard. Whenever I didn't react appropriately to a situation, he would slap the back of my head and tell me to stop being a little jerk/faggot/asshole/retard. When I was talking on my toes, he slapped the back of my head and told me to walk normal or people would think I was a tard. I told him my shoes didn't fit, he felt the toes, said why the fuck did your mother buy these, then took me to a shoe store and got me ones that fit. From the sounds coming from the bedroom that night, I assume my mother received corrective anal. I never was forced to wear huge shoes again. But long story short, my dad beat the autism out of me before it could take hold.
This is true. When I was about 7 or 8, I started displaying "autistic" traists- repetitive head jerking, grunting, trying to be "cool" by not reacting to anything, toe-walking (this was because retarded mom insisted on buy shoes 2 sizes up for me to "grow into", and this was the only way to keep them from falling off. My dad saw me acting like a tard, and started slapping the back of my head whenever I would jerk or grunt and tell me people would think I was a tard. Whenever I didn't react appropriately to a situation, he would slap the back of my head and tell me to stop being a little jerk/faggot/asshole/retard. When I was talking on my toes, he slapped the back of my head and told me to walk normal or people would think I was a tard. I told him my shoes didn't fit, he felt the toes, said why the fuck did your mother buy these, then took me to a shoe store and got me ones that fit. From the sounds coming from the bedroom that night, I assume my mother received corrective anal. I never was forced to wear huge shoes again. But long story short, my dad beat the autism out of me before it could take hold.