lonely&trapped.
I rather would be just a face in a crowd
- Mar 22, 2024
- 30
Puberty hit me like a bomb at 16. I was always a socially awkward kid, and I didn't take care of myself very well due to depression. I looked ugly and I knew this. I had no friends and I kept to myself. I was struck with terrible acne, I wasn't lucky in the genetic lottery and I was only ever somewhat average looking. As a kid I was stupid and didn't take good care of my teeth.
Fast forward to high school, and the sexual thoughts and feelings start coming on strongly. Me being a loner terminally online with nothing better to do to spend my time; I stumbled upon porn. I of course became a porn addict.
You already know where this is going, it was normal at first, but slowly became worse overtime. I would need to look at worse stuff to get my fix, yadda yadda.
I stumbled upon drawn porn/hentai/rule 34, and yea, it got so extreme I became a lolicon for a little while; I guess I could've been considered one. I've never had tor urge to ever look at real CSAM, but for some reason of course I was turned on by the drawn anime hentai stuff. Eventually, I knew it was fucked up, and I stopped looking at it cold turkey when I turned 18. I haven't since for about 6 years up to today.
My only assumption is that the porn addiction being exposed to it at such a young age fucked up my brain. I'm pretty sure I wasn't born a pedophile, I've never had pedophilic thoughts ever, I don't know how else I got this way. I've broke down crying at numerous points in my life, I've had meltdowns over how I've became like this. I so desperately wish I was normal, and I wish I had known better; but as a kid I had no forethought, how was I supposed to know I was going to fucking become like this?
Naturally, I still hate myself and think I don't deserve happiness and that I should die. However; at the same time, like the title suggests: I'm too afraid of death. I'm also bitter at life in general and I'm only continuing to live simply out of spite because of how unfair it feels that my only choice is to kill myself; regardless, I still struggle with suicidal thoughts just about everyday. I even told my dad I thought I was addicted to porn at one point, but he didn't really believe it. At some point, I felt silly and ashamed for telling him. I guess he forgot about it at some point, and I stopped caring. I didn't think it was gonna grow into a problem. Of course in retrospect, I didn't know how much it would fuck up my brain. Nobody around me was there to tell me that it was wrong, and I was none the wiser. I've tried to quit it at mutliple points in my life, but I was too weak and the urges always one over me. These days though, I don't really get urges that often as I used to. Considering how I think myself as unnatractive and I worry about growing old, sexual thoughts are on my mind way less. If I do have sexual thoughts, I don't ever think of children at all.
However, my sexual thoughts has always favored 'twinks' and 'femboys', so I still generally am attracted to guys with youthful features. I've always been worried this attraction is close/borderline peadophilic, but I've always been physically attracted to guys my age that happen to have my body type; short and skinny. So, I don't know.
This is going to sound dramatic, but back in high school I learned the story of oedipus. No, I don't think I'm some martyr or hero; moreso I think I am oedipus in the sense it feels like my life was destined to just end in tragedy.
I've sat with myself and thought about it extensively, and I can only come to one conclusion: If I was actually born a pedophile this whole time; just by nature rather than nurture, then I'm just fucked. I am mad that a cruel god decided to make me this way, and now I have to mentally suffer everyday as I'm born like this. Why couldn't I just have been normal? Why do I have to carry this unnecessary burden I never asked for? Its the sole reason why I can't bring myself to end my own life. None of this feels fucking fair, why did this have to happen to me? It makes no sense a god would make me this way, just to so have me realize I deserve to die and go to hell just for the way I was born. This is a cruel, sick joke. It makes no sense, I hate that I was born. How am I supposed to find happiness or the beauty in life at all?
I know I am greater than my urges, and that I don't want to hurt a child ever. I know it is wrong. I've never actually been sexually assaulted or raped, but I have been touched inappropiately by my brother as a kid; kind of, there was no actual skin to skin contact, but I still remember how he forced me to let him dry hump me in my underwear. I'm sorry describing that may sicken or be tiggering for some people. but I stay up at night thinking if that repressed memory had a part in screwing me up later down the line.
There you go, I know I don't expect anyone to give me sympathy, but this is eating me up inside. So of course I am going to admit this on an internet forum to people anyway. If I am consistent with my own logic, I myself should die, but I am much too afraid to kill myself, so I know I am inherently hypocritical. I wish I was a good person, that people could actually like me and love me. Its mental torture having to live everyday knowing I would be seen as dangerous. Was I never meant to live happy? Was I meant to just be a bad person?
I don't know what to do. If you hate me, thats fine, but at least give me sympathy for how I got here. At least know my desperate pleas for how much I feel mentally guilty, and it eats me up inside knowing that no matter what I say no one will believe me. I hate that I have to live like this. I hate that I have to live knowing I'm not actually meant to be here.
Fast forward to high school, and the sexual thoughts and feelings start coming on strongly. Me being a loner terminally online with nothing better to do to spend my time; I stumbled upon porn. I of course became a porn addict.
You already know where this is going, it was normal at first, but slowly became worse overtime. I would need to look at worse stuff to get my fix, yadda yadda.
I stumbled upon drawn porn/hentai/rule 34, and yea, it got so extreme I became a lolicon for a little while; I guess I could've been considered one. I've never had tor urge to ever look at real CSAM, but for some reason of course I was turned on by the drawn anime hentai stuff. Eventually, I knew it was fucked up, and I stopped looking at it cold turkey when I turned 18. I haven't since for about 6 years up to today.
My only assumption is that the porn addiction being exposed to it at such a young age fucked up my brain. I'm pretty sure I wasn't born a pedophile, I've never had pedophilic thoughts ever, I don't know how else I got this way. I've broke down crying at numerous points in my life, I've had meltdowns over how I've became like this. I so desperately wish I was normal, and I wish I had known better; but as a kid I had no forethought, how was I supposed to know I was going to fucking become like this?
Naturally, I still hate myself and think I don't deserve happiness and that I should die. However; at the same time, like the title suggests: I'm too afraid of death. I'm also bitter at life in general and I'm only continuing to live simply out of spite because of how unfair it feels that my only choice is to kill myself; regardless, I still struggle with suicidal thoughts just about everyday. I even told my dad I thought I was addicted to porn at one point, but he didn't really believe it. At some point, I felt silly and ashamed for telling him. I guess he forgot about it at some point, and I stopped caring. I didn't think it was gonna grow into a problem. Of course in retrospect, I didn't know how much it would fuck up my brain. Nobody around me was there to tell me that it was wrong, and I was none the wiser. I've tried to quit it at mutliple points in my life, but I was too weak and the urges always one over me. These days though, I don't really get urges that often as I used to. Considering how I think myself as unnatractive and I worry about growing old, sexual thoughts are on my mind way less. If I do have sexual thoughts, I don't ever think of children at all.
However, my sexual thoughts has always favored 'twinks' and 'femboys', so I still generally am attracted to guys with youthful features. I've always been worried this attraction is close/borderline peadophilic, but I've always been physically attracted to guys my age that happen to have my body type; short and skinny. So, I don't know.
This is going to sound dramatic, but back in high school I learned the story of oedipus. No, I don't think I'm some martyr or hero; moreso I think I am oedipus in the sense it feels like my life was destined to just end in tragedy.
I've sat with myself and thought about it extensively, and I can only come to one conclusion: If I was actually born a pedophile this whole time; just by nature rather than nurture, then I'm just fucked. I am mad that a cruel god decided to make me this way, and now I have to mentally suffer everyday as I'm born like this. Why couldn't I just have been normal? Why do I have to carry this unnecessary burden I never asked for? Its the sole reason why I can't bring myself to end my own life. None of this feels fucking fair, why did this have to happen to me? It makes no sense a god would make me this way, just to so have me realize I deserve to die and go to hell just for the way I was born. This is a cruel, sick joke. It makes no sense, I hate that I was born. How am I supposed to find happiness or the beauty in life at all?
I know I am greater than my urges, and that I don't want to hurt a child ever. I know it is wrong. I've never actually been sexually assaulted or raped, but I have been touched inappropiately by my brother as a kid; kind of, there was no actual skin to skin contact, but I still remember how he forced me to let him dry hump me in my underwear. I'm sorry describing that may sicken or be tiggering for some people. but I stay up at night thinking if that repressed memory had a part in screwing me up later down the line.
There you go, I know I don't expect anyone to give me sympathy, but this is eating me up inside. So of course I am going to admit this on an internet forum to people anyway. If I am consistent with my own logic, I myself should die, but I am much too afraid to kill myself, so I know I am inherently hypocritical. I wish I was a good person, that people could actually like me and love me. Its mental torture having to live everyday knowing I would be seen as dangerous. Was I never meant to live happy? Was I meant to just be a bad person?
I don't know what to do. If you hate me, thats fine, but at least give me sympathy for how I got here. At least know my desperate pleas for how much I feel mentally guilty, and it eats me up inside knowing that no matter what I say no one will believe me. I hate that I have to live like this. I hate that I have to live knowing I'm not actually meant to be here.