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The day is Monday, the third of August. It is currently 7:57 PM as of me typing this. I have fallen lightly ill. An occasional stomach ache that comes and goes every now and then, diarrhea, and general weakness. This post however, is not about my today's sickness which will like fade by tomorrow or the day after. No, this post is about another time I was "sick" which I was reminded of by today's feelings of being unwell. Countless years ago, when I was just a boy of 12 I wanted to play hooky. I have told my parents my stomach aches. They took me to the doctor. "Fine, I'll keep up the act" I said to myself. After a long time in the waiting room the doctor called upon me. I, and my mother have entered his office. I said to him "my stomach hurts" and after a few questions, I have fucked up. I was driven to a full size hospital. Scared I was. I just wanted to skip a day of school, now I am being driven to a hospital because I have pointed at the wrong spot on my stomach when I said it hurt. Soon after arriving at the hospital, terror ensued. I was told to lie on my stomach and to slide down my pants. I actually didn't know what was imminent. Until.. the doctor put something up my butt hole. I do not remember what was going through my mind at this time, maybe nothing, after all, nothing ever happens. Soon thereafter I could feel my butt hole gaping widely. I do not remember the majority of what has happened there, but after it was done I had to go to the bathroom and shit. I felt like I shat my entire organs out. I was in there for a very long time. After that, I finally went home and got to ditch school for a couple of days. I have gotten myself anally raped at the age of approximately 12, and wasted the time of doctors and the people who actually needed help so I could skip school for a week.