Randy Bull
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I haven't told my family that I'm an incel, but I still live with my parents and obviously they notice my depressive and lonely tendencies from having this title. My parents pressured me into getting a therapist and after brief research I got one. Last week is the first time I met him and I'm meeting him again tomorrow (which will likely be my last, but I have to give it one more chance for familial reasons). I'd like to share my experiences and why it really isn't what it's chalked up to be.
The therapist was an older man, and athiest like myself. In introductions we shared our brief experiences with being let down by the church. This is what gave me a bit of hope for him to not be a bluepilled idiot, but this was shattered moments later.
He asked me generic questions about my mental state and suicide that all therapists do (which I lied about since I don't want to be locked up in a mental institution). He said he wasn't one of those therapists who just prescribed pills, which was both a good and bad thing, since I've been interested in mood numbing mechanisms as social life is a state of constant hell for me. However I've heard awful things about them so it was maybe for the best.
I then mentioned that I believed the source of my problems was probably women. He immediately spouted bluepill nonsense like "Don't call yourself ugly and be confident", and I immediately counter argued with all my experiences of bullied for my appearance. He refuted with the bluepill claim of "you'll be more successful than the people who bullied you for that", which is statistically false. At this moment for some reason I was unable to think of this retort, however.
But he brought up an interesting point. I thought he was a moderately attractive man (for his age, which was probably in his mid 60s). He said he was terribly ugly in high school and that he noticed that ugly people tend to become beautiful in age (ugly duckling). I really don't believe this, but I also didn't have too much evidence to refute it.
So I ask as a pretty young man for this forum (19), how have you aged? Are there any oldcels here who are still butt ugly in their 30s and 40s? I don't plan to blackpill my therapist but if I can refute him I can at least give my parents a good excuse to not visit him any more. And it'll make me more satisfied in my mind too.
The therapist was an older man, and athiest like myself. In introductions we shared our brief experiences with being let down by the church. This is what gave me a bit of hope for him to not be a bluepilled idiot, but this was shattered moments later.
He asked me generic questions about my mental state and suicide that all therapists do (which I lied about since I don't want to be locked up in a mental institution). He said he wasn't one of those therapists who just prescribed pills, which was both a good and bad thing, since I've been interested in mood numbing mechanisms as social life is a state of constant hell for me. However I've heard awful things about them so it was maybe for the best.
I then mentioned that I believed the source of my problems was probably women. He immediately spouted bluepill nonsense like "Don't call yourself ugly and be confident", and I immediately counter argued with all my experiences of bullied for my appearance. He refuted with the bluepill claim of "you'll be more successful than the people who bullied you for that", which is statistically false. At this moment for some reason I was unable to think of this retort, however.
But he brought up an interesting point. I thought he was a moderately attractive man (for his age, which was probably in his mid 60s). He said he was terribly ugly in high school and that he noticed that ugly people tend to become beautiful in age (ugly duckling). I really don't believe this, but I also didn't have too much evidence to refute it.
So I ask as a pretty young man for this forum (19), how have you aged? Are there any oldcels here who are still butt ugly in their 30s and 40s? I don't plan to blackpill my therapist but if I can refute him I can at least give my parents a good excuse to not visit him any more. And it'll make me more satisfied in my mind too.