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Relieving Stress and Boredom

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When my mom was pregnant with me, she often felt a harder kick from me in unusual places, places that were not usually kicked by me. To make sure everything was alright, she got an ultrasound done to make sure everything was ok with me.

As it turns out, the dr's observed me masturbating over several short sessions as a fetus. The kicks my mom felt happened at climactic periods before I would take a rest from my activity.

Already after birth, I was very shortly observed touching myself down there whenever I had diaper changes or was having a bath and could reach it. My mom never tried to stop me or make me feel embarrassed about it.

No, I don't remember all this stuff, I got this information a few weeks ago from my mom when I asked her why I can remember masturbating so much when I was little, and why she never said anything to me about it.

Now for the part that I can remember.

I remember when I was perhaps two, or three, but I was really young. I would masturbate whenever I was bored and had nothing to do. During commercial breaks on television, while waiting in the kitchen for my supper, when waking up early in the morning with nobody else awake and being bored, this was my past time. My methods of masturbating included either directly touching my vulva and clitoris if I was completely naked at the time, or sliding my private area on the ground, bed, or couch if I was clothed. Sometimes my mom would give me something to do so that I wasn't bored, and I would just stop for the time.

The other times in my childhood when I masturbated were in times of stress. Nervous about a dr appt, or worried about a test in school, or just about anything would be relieved through masturbating. If I was worried about the next day, I spent a lot of time that evening masturbating, as well as soon as I woke up in the morning.

My mom never talked about this with me when I was little, but she seemed to know why I was doing it, out of boredom or stress. She'd even sit me on her knee, and ask me what's wrong, and talk with me about my problems, while at the same time I was sliding and rocking myself on her own leg.

She did say something to me once I reached school age, she told me that touching this area in front of people wasn't good. I asked why, she said I'd know when I was older, and she responded with another question, Do you see other people doing it ever? I said no. She said, it's nothing to be ashamed about, everybody does it, but when they are alone in bed or in the bathroom, but we don't do it in front of people. Then I said something like, 'mommy tell me what this thing is, and why I do it so much. why don't I see other people doing it ever? Why only me?' She said you'll no about it later on in life, for now just listen to me and relax. And she re-assured to me that everybody does it just never in front of people. So I didn't feel like I was alone, but I sure was curious about it.

Attending school, left much less time for boredom, and elementary school was fun, not sressful. I masturbated little, maybe once a month. I was always alone too in my room when I did.

But when I was eleven, I needed some surgery. I knew about the surgery a whole two months in advance and was worried sick. I masturbated a lot, each day when I woke up and when I went to bed at night, and almost whenever I thought about it. At the hospital, I was even masturbating in the hospital bed before the dr's came in to take me to the operating table. The nurses saw me and wanted to make me stop and get the surgery over with. My mom also knew what I was doing, and noticed them also. She then said, 'Please, this is something she does when she is worried. Give her some time too finish.' At which they did, but told her that she better teach me other ways to relieve my worries.

After the surgery, I went back to little masturbation but then I hit puberty.......

another story for another time.



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