When I was little my mom used to put a buttplug in me (which she called a poop plug) and I'd wear it all the time. It had this star of david with a cross inside it painted on the base. I was told only to take it out to poop, wipe my ass, then put it back in.

I was really young so I thought this was just something everybody did but one time at school I dropped it when I flushed the toilet and it ended up getting flushed. So when I went back to class I told my teacher that my poop plug got flushed down the toilet. She had no idea what I was talking about so she sent me to the school nurse.

Well after trying to explain what a poop plug was for 15 minutes the school calls the police. The police ask me all these questions and at first I'm scared because I think I'm in trouble for losing my poop plug.

Turns out my mom has schizophrenia and was making me wear this butt plug so Satan couldn't stick his cock in my pooper and make me gay.

I end up being raised by my aunt and uncle (mom's sister) and my mom is still in a mental hospital (and probably will be for life). I still visit her and don't really hold anything against her because she was ill. For what it's worth though, Satan never stuck his cock in my pooper and I'm not gay.