ShatteredSerenity
I talk to God, but the sky is empty.
- Nov 24, 2024
- 124
Is sexuality part of why you want to CTB?
I was thinking about this because I know oppresion against gay people has historically been a well-known cause of suicide, but the underlying factors can apply to anyone across the spectrum of sexual identities. I'm curious what others are experiencing.
To answer for myself:
For context I'd describe myself as heteroflexible, genderqueer, and autistic. I lump autism in with sexuality and gender identity because it's such a deep part of my personality that it massively impacts every relationship.
Even though I'm not gay, I still can identify with the pain of being excluded and ostracised because I never fit in with "the boys" and I was very lonely throughout childhood. I wanted a girlfriend (maybe boyfriend) but it felt hopeless because I was too quiet and odd. I was smart, ambitious, and did interesting things though, and in college I met a girl who appreciated all that and we got married about 20 years ago.
Marriage wasn't completely satisfying and I still wanted to meet different types of people, so I got into non-monogamy. Building new relationships was exciting, but autism kept getting in the way. Unfortunately I'm afraid non-monogomy helped bring about the downfall of our marriage, which is devastating. Once my wife got to spend intimate time with neurotypical men she became frustrated that I wasn't the same way. It was gut wrenching that I couldn't be that for her, and the feeling of rejection is agonizing.
Now all of my relationships have fallen apart and I'm separated from my wife. No longer having a partner for intimate activities and sex is so hard for me. Sex was never the most important thing to me, but I was always a sexual person and it hurts so much to loose that.
Things wouldn't be so bad if I could still date and find someone new, but my mental health and life situation are both so bad that nobody in their right mind would want to partner with me. My depression is so severe I can't take care of myself or hold a conversation about anything besides despair and suicide, and the bipolar meds are making me fat. The thought of spending the rest of my life alone is crushing, I'd rather be dead.
I was thinking about this because I know oppresion against gay people has historically been a well-known cause of suicide, but the underlying factors can apply to anyone across the spectrum of sexual identities. I'm curious what others are experiencing.
To answer for myself:
For context I'd describe myself as heteroflexible, genderqueer, and autistic. I lump autism in with sexuality and gender identity because it's such a deep part of my personality that it massively impacts every relationship.
Even though I'm not gay, I still can identify with the pain of being excluded and ostracised because I never fit in with "the boys" and I was very lonely throughout childhood. I wanted a girlfriend (maybe boyfriend) but it felt hopeless because I was too quiet and odd. I was smart, ambitious, and did interesting things though, and in college I met a girl who appreciated all that and we got married about 20 years ago.
Marriage wasn't completely satisfying and I still wanted to meet different types of people, so I got into non-monogamy. Building new relationships was exciting, but autism kept getting in the way. Unfortunately I'm afraid non-monogomy helped bring about the downfall of our marriage, which is devastating. Once my wife got to spend intimate time with neurotypical men she became frustrated that I wasn't the same way. It was gut wrenching that I couldn't be that for her, and the feeling of rejection is agonizing.
Now all of my relationships have fallen apart and I'm separated from my wife. No longer having a partner for intimate activities and sex is so hard for me. Sex was never the most important thing to me, but I was always a sexual person and it hurts so much to loose that.
Things wouldn't be so bad if I could still date and find someone new, but my mental health and life situation are both so bad that nobody in their right mind would want to partner with me. My depression is so severe I can't take care of myself or hold a conversation about anything besides despair and suicide, and the bipolar meds are making me fat. The thought of spending the rest of my life alone is crushing, I'd rather be dead.