I was 11, by a so called friend and his mate. I do enjoy being bi-sexual, but not when I was 11-13. Every now and then I get down on myself. I'm now bi-sexual and sometimes messed up, and would beat the crap out of them if i saw them again.

I was sexually abused from 12 to 15 1/2. This took place while I was hospitalized under the care of a child psychiatrist. I was placed there for treatment for a myriad of difficulties that were eventually concluded (after many test) to be psychiatric in nature. About a year after I was released from his care (because my parent's insurance refused to continue to pay for my treatment), my parents were contacted by an attorney and asked if they wanted to be included in a class action lawsuit being brought against the child psychiatrist who had been treating me from 1972 to 1975. My parents agreed to participate in the class action lawsuit; having been told that there was enough evidence for a conviction. But the State of Florida (for what ever reason) only made him pay a hefty fine and then dropped all the charges letting him walked out free as a bird. His name was Dr. Wilson Crunk Rippy, Jr. The evidence against him consisted of 7 reel to reel films of child pornographic movies. One of which was produced in 1973. It was the one in 1973 I appeared in (which was what the attorney who contacted my parents had told them about, to find out if they wanted to participate). Dr. Rippy used the children in his "care"? to make the films. Ages ranged between 3 years to 15 years. I remember being seduced by an older boy, who later gave the authorities a box containing the 7 films because he was Dr. Rippy's editor. Later, through lonliness and isolation, I finally caved and willingly participated in sex with the kids my age. However I have no memory (to this day) of the movie in which my parents were told I appear. What I do have are blank spots in my memory. (things I recall before and after certain dates, but nothing in between) For a long time, I was a troubled person, filled with self loathing and self destructive behaviors. I started using alcohol and other drugs to cope with reality. As an adult, I had problems holding down jobs. I was lonely and felt dirty, trapped and unlovable. I got into the Gay lifestyle because male contact reminded me of the sex I had while in that mental hospitalm and because having sex made me feel loved and wanted... for a while. At some point I found a way to forgive Dr. Rippy for what he had subjected me to. It was only after I forgave him that the healing started. I had to let go of the past in order to grow and heal. It was the most difficult thing I have ever had to do. I used to equate love with sex. They were interchangable words that meant the same thing. It took a few years to get to a place where I could distinguish the differences between them. I remained in the Gay lifestyle until about 1996. In 1995 I was diagnosed with Klinefelter's Syndrome 47xxy. After a year of extensive study on what that is, I was able to realize that I was attracted to women about as equally as to me, and concluded that I must be Bisexual. (I had been on Hormone Replacement Therapy injecting Testosterone once a month since my diagnosis in 1995) Fast forward to the present. I'm happy and have a lot of friendships. I get along great with my family, and I'm content being Celibate. I no longer hold grudges or take offenses. I have self worth. I'm mainly concerned now-a-days with the betterment of other people. Anyway, feel free to ask me what ever you want to know. If I have an answer (and I'm comfortable sharing it) I will let you know.