When I was born I had already suffered greatly. I was confined in a very small space, with no windows or doors, and fed through a tube! I also had to count on that tube for my oxygen. There was no provision for TV, radio, internet, books/newspapers, nothing! The first three months weren't too bad, the confinement wasn't suffocating. But as my mind, and my body along with it, grew to greater awareness of my entombment I tried to break free. Without tools or anything to bend to my needs I resorted to trying to kick my way out. The gaoler finally started taking notice, but, unsurprisingly, none of my demands were met. 

Then came the day I detected a chance to make a break for it. I never figured out what happened, but I suspect an earthquake caused a structural flaw in the floor of my cell. I went for it! As I exited the confining space I looked back and realized that, to my utter horror, that I had be confined in another human being! The shear insanity of that cause my mind to retreat into a corner of my brain and the child in my took over. As a stunned observer I could only note the many problems I had. I couldn't speak, I couldn't stand, I couldn't control my bowel, I couldn't read or write. It took me years to recover. 

Please share your own stories here.

Cool. I can't remember a thing, so I got amnesia for a while too.

(January 18, 2018 at 2:20 pm)LastPoet Wrote: Cool. I can't remember a thing, so I got amnesia for a while too.

People ask me: Can I have your birthday?

Me: No, I'm not done with it! However, I was very young when I was born, so I might not have the right date anyway.

I was a very precocious child. I was even born at a very young age.

And you were up to your neck in, in, nevermind

Quote:My host was nice. Complainy and rather sedentary but overall very nice. She cried a lot which was awkward for everyone. Leg room was an issue toward the end as I was practically kissing my knees but whatever. The Womb was a little short staffed...I only heard one other employee's voice consistently. From their exchanges, I think he may have been the host's slave or unpaid indentured servant. Hope he's alright. I think she broke his spirit.

I loved it so much I overstayed my reservation by two weeks. I'd definitely return if given the chance.

Check-out was a mess.

http://www.thehonesttoddler.com/2012/08/...mb_23.html

I wasn't born, I was evacuated, it was no longer safe.

(January 18, 2018 at 2:39 pm)Khemikal Wrote:

Quote:My host was nice. Complainy and rather sedentary but overall very nice. She cried a lot which was awkward for everyone. Leg room was an issue toward the end as I was practically kissing my knees but whatever. The Womb was a little short staffed...I only heard one other employee's voice consistently. From their exchanges, I think he may have been the host's slave or unpaid indentured servant. Hope he's alright. I think she broke his spirit.

I loved it so much I overstayed my reservation by two weeks. I'd definitely return if given the chance.

Check-out was a mess.

http://www.thehonesttoddler.com/2012/08/...mb_23.html

I've been using that speil since 1972. 

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(January 18, 2018 at 2:37 pm)Antares Wrote: And you were up to your neck in, in, nevermind

"Honey, in a few weeks you're going to push an entire human being out of that."

I'm pretty sure I was given womb nicotine. And at the very end morphine.

Being prenatal wasn't a walk in the park, no argument.  Even so, it was better than being postnatal - spent nine months trying to get out, and the rest of me life trying to get back in.

Boru