On the other hand, part of me knows that he’s not my son and I have to respect his mother’s wishes. If he is gay, I would love for my friend and I to be people that he can look to for understanding amongst a very much anti-gay family. Honestly, one of my biggest fears is that the boy is gay and when he grows up, he’ll look back on his babysitters punishing him for wanting to explore his sexuality as something that traumatized him. She spanks the kid with a ping-pong paddle, and I wouldn’t doubt that she’s done it for these issues in the past.ĭo you guys think that it’s inappropriate for a kid that young to be experimenting with other kids as long as it’s totally consentual and in private? Do you think it’s worthy of a punishment, or at least a scolding? So my question is - what do you think about him being punished for this? Bear in mind that the mother’s ideal punishment is actually a punishment, not simply talking to him about it. They both sobbed for the rest of the night and said they wanted to see each other, and we both felt like shit. My friend understood and kindly took the matter upon herself, even though she didn’t want to do it either. My friend informed me that she’d dealt with this before, and that the way the mom wanted it to be done was for the boys to be separated for the rest of the night, and for us to scold her son and make sure he knows that he was behaving inappropriately, because apparently this has happened enough times before with this boy and other boys that it’s becoming a problem (in the mother’s eyes, at least.)Īpparently he’s never forced himself on anybody and there’s never been any full-on intercourse - every time it’s just been some curious, consentual touching. Apparently she walked in on them both under a sheet on the bed, naked, and when she asked the boy about it he admitted that they had been touching each other. They grudgingly agreed, and after a suspiciously long time my friend thought to check on them.
They were being crazy, so to calm them down a little I asked them to go into the boy’s room, close the door, and clean up a little because it was so messy and I knew his mom would be uber proud if he cleaned his room. So the boy had a friend staying the night.
She just knows how to handle things - and, despite the fact that she’s very much on our side when it comes to LGBT issues, she knows the kid’s mother well and abides by her rules, even though some of them go against her own personal beliefs. Right, so, cut to a couple of nights ago, I’m babysitting him with my friend who babysits him a lot more often than I do, so she knows the ins-and-outs of every single rule, every behavioral problem, every routine, etc. So allow me to preface by saying that dealing with this woman is pretty much the feminist nightmare, for these and a variety of other reasons. She has the book and DVDs of "Bringing Up Boys" in her house - yes, by James Dobson, the man from Focus on the Family who believes that homosexuality is a disorder that can be cured, and whose idea of raising a boy is staunchly encouraging him to do nothing but Manly Man Things. His mother is a very conservative, born-again Christian who is not cool with gay folks. He put his clothes back on and got the fuck out of there.I’ve been babysitting this one little boy, who’s now 7, for about two years. I responded very calmly and asked him why if I am all these things is he on a date with me? He knew exactly then that I'd summed him up and wasn't amused what he probably considered "cutesy antics". Saying that I was a pedophile, and a loser, and ugly. You’re not going to make me submit Grant, in your dreams. Come on man, there’s no way you’re getting out of this one he said as he pulled tighter. I was struggling to get out of it, but it just wasn’t working for me.
This usually happens toward the end of the day when I'm very tired. All of a sudden, he had me in a full nelson and those are hard to get out of. I have a damaged septum and sinusitis which causes me to have to breathe from my mouth sometimes. He looked at my like I had said something totally unheard of and then told me that I breathe "too loud". I gently moved him aside and told him that I'd prefer if we chatted over drinks first. I could feel myself being used like a sponge.Īfter getting to my place he immediately stripped down to his underwear and started feeling me up, my keys still in hand and my leather satchel still across my back. He also felt it necessary to point how expensive the restaurant was on several occasions. When at the restaurant he continuously made passive aggressive remarks about my age and my style of clothing, remarking how I didn't know fashion and he did. I unfortunately obliged him, still not realizing how bad he really was. He told me where he wanted to go and the idea that I could perhaps object seemingly didn't cross his mind.
There was no polite suggestion, or hinting.
and it was honestly the most unreal and disappointing date I've ever been on.įirst, he made it very clear that he wanted to choose the restaurant we'd go to.