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Thunderjaw
Greycel
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- Joined
- Jan 28, 2018
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I hate my existence.
I am a mentalcell. My father beat me and my mother enabled him doing it until I graduated high school with the worst case of BPD anyone in the mental health field I've ever talked to has ever seen in addition to clinical depression, social anxiety disorder, and welp I was born with ADHD so why the fuck not!
I am not a virgin. I had sex in college. I even had a steady girlfriend for...like...3 months once?
I haven't had sex since my 21st birthday. I'm turning 34 this year.
I have had more than 50 first dates in the last 12 years.
I have had 0 second dates.
I am so fucked up, grew up so isolated, am so stunted when it comes to human interaction and intimacy and emotions that I can't form even the most basic interpersonal relationships with women. I think I'm ugly but women actually tell me otherwise. I think that only makes it worse. Imagine the look of horror on a woman's face when she asks you a question about your childhood and the answer is abuse or asks you about your life and the answer is depression and BPD...I have nothing to talk about but the pain I exist in and my constant hell. I have nothing to offer anyone because there's not even a person left inside me.
I have no way to pull myself out of the pit. Why am I even still alive?
I am a mentalcell. My father beat me and my mother enabled him doing it until I graduated high school with the worst case of BPD anyone in the mental health field I've ever talked to has ever seen in addition to clinical depression, social anxiety disorder, and welp I was born with ADHD so why the fuck not!
I am not a virgin. I had sex in college. I even had a steady girlfriend for...like...3 months once?
I haven't had sex since my 21st birthday. I'm turning 34 this year.
I have had more than 50 first dates in the last 12 years.
I have had 0 second dates.
I am so fucked up, grew up so isolated, am so stunted when it comes to human interaction and intimacy and emotions that I can't form even the most basic interpersonal relationships with women. I think I'm ugly but women actually tell me otherwise. I think that only makes it worse. Imagine the look of horror on a woman's face when she asks you a question about your childhood and the answer is abuse or asks you about your life and the answer is depression and BPD...I have nothing to talk about but the pain I exist in and my constant hell. I have nothing to offer anyone because there's not even a person left inside me.
I have no way to pull myself out of the pit. Why am I even still alive?