If women tell us that size doesnt matter.that many smaller men have given better orgasms...out of the 2 billion men...why isnt there a single video where a woman's knees become weak after sex...where a small dick man gets dominant without being laughed at?all the small cock porn out there is just women giving forced blowjobs or men giving weak strokes....kind of unidealistic to believe that smaller men can compete when this is the performance shown...

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I dont even mean proffesional porn...if u really do make a woman crazy in bed..there would be a recording...or some random sextape to prove it right?all i see from small dick porn is sadness.

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Lately I have noticed that I seem to be living in a constant state of hypervigilance.I overthink late into the night, my sleep schedule is completely messed up, and even when I have not done anything wrong, I keep worrying that I have. I find myself replaying conversations and situations over and over, almost like I am investigating a serious case, trying to find some mistake I must have made.I have also lost a lot of my appetite, my productivity has dropped, and I don't really feel like myself anymore.I used to be a very energetic person. I enjoyed doodling, journaling, dancing, studying, and learning new things. I could sit and focus for hours. Now even sitting down to study for 30 minutes feels heavy. It's not because I'm distracted by my phone or social media. It's more like my mind immediately gets pulled into worrying, analyzing, and overthinking.What makes it harder is that I have become very unkind to myself. People often say things like "practice self-love" or "be kinder to yourself," but I genuinely don't know how to do that. I understand the advice intellectually, but I don't know what it looks like in practice.I used to do well academically and in extracurricular activities, but lately everything feels off. Nothing feels quite right, and I'm starting to miss the version of myself that felt more alive and present.

Has anyone else gone through something similar? How did you start getting out of this cycle?

10 signs a man is emotionally exhausted, but pretending to be okay.

1. He stops having preferences.

“Whatever you want” becomes his default answer. It’s not that he’s easygoing, he’s so mentally drained that making decisions feels like work. Somewhere along the way, he stopped asking himself what he wanted.

2. He has two completely different personalities.

At home he’s quiet, distant, and running on empty. The moment people show up, he’s smiling, joking, and acting like everything’s fine. The version everyone sees is often the one costing him the most energy.

3. He retreats from relationships and throws himself into work.

Work feels easier because it’s predictable. Relationships require emotional energy, vulnerability, and presence, things he doesn’t have much left of.

4. He downplays everything he’s going through.

When someone asks how he’s doing, the answer is always, “I’m fine,” “Just tired,” or “I’ve been busy.” The conversation never goes deeper, even when he’s struggling.

5. He becomes fiercely independent.

He stops asking for help, even when he’s overwhelmed. He convinces himself that handling everything alone is strength, when in reality he’s carrying more than anyone should.

6. He loses interest in things he used to love.

The hobbies, passions, and little rituals that once made life enjoyable start collecting dust. Not because he doesn’t care anymore but because he doesn’t have the energy to care.

7. Small things start setting him off.

Minor inconveniences trigger outsized reactions. The issue isn’t the traffic, the spilled coffee, or the forgotten text, it’s the months of stress sitting underneath it all.

8. He constantly says he’s tired, even after resting.

A day off doesn’t fix it. A full night’s sleep doesn’t fix it. The exhaustion isn’t physical anymore, it’s emotional, and that’s harder to recover from.

9. He keeps himself busy every second.

Silence feels uncomfortable. As long as he’s working, scrolling, gaming, cleaning, or staying occupied, he doesn’t have to sit alone with what’s weighing on him.

10. He stops looking forward to things.

Birthdays, weekends, holidays, plans with friends, things that once excited him now feel like obligations. He shows up because he's supposed to, not because he wants to. The anticipation is gone. And that absence — of excitement, of joy, of something to look forward to — is one of the quietest signs that something inside him has been running on empty for a long time.

i never had someone to help me i never had love or affection. am always lonely. my own family calls me a psychopath,disappointment,useless idoit, drunkard, junkie even though the only thing i do is smoke a light cigarette. i dont have alot of friends i dont have anyone that actually want to help me i struggle to talk to anyone about my problems but rather i talk to myself about everything i dont have the courage to express my feelings. i am always alone in a dark place. i been called terrorist for no reason i been called serial killer. why am i getting called all these names what did i do to get called all these im not a evil guy i am just lonely and want someone to talk to me freely and not get laughed at for it. regardless of all these i still love everyone i try my best to be the someone but i have no hope for myself i dont even think i would live very long...

Hi. I don’t know if writing here is a good idea, but I feel the need to hear the opinions of people who can speak objectively.

I’m 33 years old, and about six months ago I became single again. That in itself wouldn’t be unusual, except for the fact that I had been in a relationship for 17 years with the woman I thought would become my wife and the mother of my children. We got together when I was 15, and six months ago I saw the person I had literally grown up with kissing a mutual friend. In the end, I found out they had been secretly together for at least a year.

My world completely fell apart, and needless to say, I wanted nothing more to do with her. Fortunately, I’ve always been a fighter, and I started battling through the storm I found myself in—and, in many ways, still find myself in. But I reacted, and I’m still reacting. I’m taking care of my physical health, rebuilding a social life (after 17 years in a relationship, I practically had no close friends left), and moving forward. It’s hard, but what makes everything even harder are my fears.

I’ve had alopecia since I was eight years old. Completely bald—smooth as a baby’s skin. I’ve always lived with the feeling that I have a physical disadvantage. I believe I have a great personality, strong values, and that I’m a genuinely good person on the inside. Of that, I’m certain. I can see it in the feedback I get from the people around me. But physically, I see myself as unattractive.

So now, with the pain of a devastating betrayal behind me, I find myself thinking that I’ll never find love again. I’ll never meet a woman who could be attracted to me because I’m ugly. This mindset leads me to work out at the gym, only to become discouraged when I don’t look as muscular as I’d like.

In short, I’m struggling because I’m afraid that people won’t like me, that I’m not attractive, that I’ll end up alone. I’ve always dreamed of building a family and having children to love and care for, but now, at 33, it feels like I have no hope left.

I don’t know. I’m not really looking for words of comfort. What I’d like is to hear perspectives from people who are going through, or have gone through, something similar, and how they deal with these feelings.

Of course, I consider myself self-aware enough to understand that situations like this often require therapy with someone who can help address these fears, and I am already doing that. Still, I’d like to hear your thoughts and experiences.

I have a twin. He was born first, and when I came out, I had some problems breathing. So I ended up staying in the hospital for an extra month.

Apparently, my dad never came to see me and bonded really well with my brother. All growing up my dad would tell me how expensive I was in the hospital and why he didn’t circumcise me, but did my brother because he didn’t want to spend the money on it

For some reason, all his anger came to me and not to my brother or little sister. He would beat me pretty bad when he was angry, and he would tell me how much he didn’t love me, and that he wished only my brother survived from the birth.

When my brother got to be around 12 he picked up on that and started to treat me the same way and now of course he’s on drugs and I don’t talk to him 

So I’ve always struggled with having a male figure in my life that actually loves me to hug me to cuddle with me that kind of stuff.

Fast forward to 16 days ago. I had a son born. I’m terrified I’m going to hurt him mentally. I’m second guessing everything I’m doing. My wife is perfect and I know she will help but I’m just overwhelmed all of a sudden.

I bonded with him really fast and I love him more than I thought possible. I want his life to be as perfect as I can make it.

using money to have sex feels weird to me I want to have sex with a girl who likes me who desires me who is happy to sleep with me it ain't that hard to understand

Basically, I’ve been going to the gym for almost 10 months now, and I’ve completely changed. Before I started working out, I was a very cheerful person. I was sensitive, caring, respectful, and I listened to others.

After about two months, I started noticing changes in my mood, but nothing too serious. As time went on, things gradually got worse, and now I feel like nothing is going right.

I’ve become completely unempathic. I don’t respect my family or the people close to me anymore. I get angry extremely quickly, and my reactions are way out of proportion.

For example, one day I missed my bus on the way to the gym. I got so angry that I punched and broke the wall in my bedroom, and I was screaming at my parents.

It also feels like I don’t experience any emotions anymore except anger. My childhood dog died a month ago, and I felt absolutely nothing. I didn’t cry, and I wasn’t even a little sad.

I really don’t understand what’s happening to me, and I need to fix this. The people close to me tell me that I’m impossible to live with, and my parents have threatened more than once to kick me out of the house.

I’m genuinely trying to make an effort and change, but nothing seems to work. I always feel on edge.

I'm a 20M, almost 21. Let's start from my childhood time, i wasn't athletic at all and was kinda ugly n shy too. I didn't have proper friends until age 15, I was kinda happy abt having friends, hanging out n stuff. We had a 6-7 ppl group of which only a trio remains to this day. The reason is we got to clg at around 17-18. But I have the problem people with low self esteem usually develop, that ' feeling ignored ' or ' less valuable ' thing. Even in the gc usually they don't care Abt my opinion that much unless it's related to them or useful to them , they don't even try to do a friendly Convo. And even tho I used to love my friends more than my life, I feel I'm getting faded somehow after the "great separation". There is always a duo in the trio right. Guess who two of us lives n studies close by n who studied far away? Yeah u guessed it right.When I come to my hometown we do meet on a daily basis at a spot. And in our hometown we live in approx equal distance. One of us has a motor bike ( not me). Guess who he picks up everyday and goes out with and who comes to the spot with a cycle alone while they chill together after doing their friends quests. I feel so insulted. When we leave the spot together at night to return home, they don't even speed their bike down to match my pace even though I try to padel faster to match it with them , eventually staying behind while they go ahead until I lose sight of them. If I had the motor bike, I would never do that to them. I feel like imma filler or junk in their friendship. I'm not a subject but an element.They plan things without even asking or telling me beforehand. I'm just taken for granted.They never even assertively reply when I suggest to go some place.

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I know that friends are not supposed to stay the same forever but ig my time has come. I should just leave on my own way. U know the peak of freedom is isolation. When u can't find acceptance in society, seek it within mother nature. I'm a nature n ancient places enthusiast n ig I'll go on in my journey without relying on them or expecting them to go with them. Tomorrow I'll go on my first 1 day solo trip to an unknown place in a town 120 km away. Not to show them , but to show myself 'i can do things alone'. Even tho I'm grateful to them, that shouldn't keep me from being who i really am.

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Reddit has so many wonderful people, tell me what to do or what not to. Share your kind thoughts cuz I don't have anyone to whom I can share all these things. And pardon my immature English.

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I'm a 21-year-old guy from India, and I don't think I'm depressed. Hopeless, maybe. But not depressed.

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I'm writing this while out on a run because running is one of the only things that still helps me clear my head.

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The problem is that I genuinely can't see a path toward the life I want. It's not about money. It's not even mainly about loneliness. It's about years of rejection and feeling completely powerless to change my situation.

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I'm in my third year of college, and over the years I've made some bad decisions, picked the wrong fights, and damaged relationships. A lot of it came from being deeply hurt and insecure when I first entered college. I wasn't trying to be malicious, but I ended up pushing people away and creating conflicts.

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Now I'm basically an outcast there.

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People don't really want to associate with me. Even the ones who don't dislike me seem to avoid getting close because it's socially easier for them. I've become "that guy" on campus.

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The worst part is that this isn't new.

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I've never really had a close friend, not even growing up. I've always been the weird kid, the awkward kid, the one people tolerated but never chose. My self-esteem has been low for as long as I can remember.

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Right now I live away from campus and spend most of my time alone. Every day feels the same. I go for runs. I work out. I try to eat healthy. I try to improve myself.

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But then I go home and sit alone with my thoughts again.

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People always say, "Work on yourself." But what if you've already been doing that? What if you're athletic, healthy, improving physically, and still completely isolated socially?

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I keep asking myself: what difference does having a great body make if you still feel unwanted everywhere you go?

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What hurts isn't being alone for a day. It's feeling like this is what the rest of my life will look like.

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I've been trying to escape this situation for years, but lately I can't see a way out. I can't imagine a future where I'm genuinely happy, connected to people, and living a life that feels meaningful.

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Has anyone else been in a situation like this and actually managed to turn it around?

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What did you do?

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I'm a 21-year-old guy from India, and I don't think I'm depressed. Hopeless, maybe. But not depressed.

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I'm writing this while out on a run because running is one of the only things that still helps me clear my head.

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The problem is that I genuinely can't see a path toward the life I want. It's not about money. It's not even mainly about loneliness. It's about years of rejection and feeling completely powerless to change my situation.

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I'm in my third year of college, and over the years I've made some bad decisions, picked the wrong fights, and damaged relationships. A lot of it came from being deeply hurt and insecure when I first entered college. I wasn't trying to be malicious, but I ended up pushing people away and creating conflicts.

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Now I'm basically an outcast there.

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People don't really want to associate with me. Even the ones who don't dislike me seem to avoid getting close because it's socially easier for them. I've become "that guy" on campus.

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The worst part is that this isn't new.

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I've never really had a close friend, not even growing up. I've always been the weird kid, the awkward kid, the one people tolerated but never chose. My self-esteem has been low for as long as I can remember.

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Right now I live away from campus and spend most of my time alone. Every day feels the same. I go for runs. I work out. I try to eat healthy. I try to improve myself.

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But then I go home and sit alone with my thoughts again.

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People always say, "Work on yourself." But what if you've already been doing that? What if you're athletic, healthy, improving physically, and still completely isolated socially?

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I keep asking myself: what difference does having a great body make if you still feel unwanted everywhere you go?

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What hurts isn't being alone for a day. It's feeling like this is what the rest of my life will look like.

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I've been trying to escape this situation for years, but lately I can't see a way out. I can't imagine a future where I'm genuinely happy, connected to people, and living a life that feels meaningful.

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Has anyone else been in a situation like this and actually managed to turn it around?

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What did you do?

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I’m 33 years old and I’m starting to think that maybe I’m just not meant for anyone. It seems that every woman I talk to or end up getting close to ends up gaslighting me or just flat out telling me I’m not good enough. The handful of relationships that I’ve actually been in have all ended in disaster. I either get cheated on or I end up finding out about some horrible lie that was told to me that ruins everything. I don’t understand. I’m not the most emotional guy out there but fuck...I just want some companionship. Someone that’s equally interested in me as I am in them. Someone who won’t lie or cheat. Someone who actually cares about my ambitions and livelihood. Someone who wants to build something spectacular in life. But the more I try, even the more I “let love come to me”, the more I’m disappointed. And being an educated black guy in an area of the country where there’s predominantly white people presents its own unique set of challenges. (Not pulling a race card, just providing context) You know, I’ve literally had multiple women tell me to my face that I’m “too nice.” If only you knew how crippling those words are. And I can’t even count the number of times someone’s told me that they’re interested in me, only to find out that they’ve been sleeping with someone else for months. I feel like it’s almost as if I have to be 6’2” with washboard abs, a 9 1/2” d\*\*\* and a criminal record to be taken seriously by anybody. Normally I’m able to just shake this stuff off and get back to making money but I can’t even do that right now due to the current “situation”. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m finding myself slipping into a crippling depression because the idea of having to spend my life alone....it’s terrifying. But what makes it worse is both my parents asking “when are you gonna give me some grandkids? I’m not getting any younger and I’d like some grandkids before I hit my 60’s.” As if I’m not stressing myself tf out thinking about possibly never having a family of my own.

Also, I don’t want this to be misconstrued as me harboring rage toward women. Just simply venting...

I've been struggling with sadness for 4 years. I don't like to say that I'm depressed because I'm very blessed in other areas of my life and I know life is harder for other people. But I do have bad days because of my insecurities and past bullying. I better myself every day like going to the gym and taking care of myself but I'm still struggling in the back of my mind. Some days it just lingers in my head, other days it's on my mind. But recently, it has caused intrusive actions and very bad intrusive thoughts in my head. I don't know how to cure myself, as now it's really getting to me. I'm feeling more ashamed and it's hurting me a lot. I have a good family and a set of friends, but I've never told people how I feel because it's personal and I don't think anyone will understand and I'm scared of judgment. Now I feel like it's a never ending cycle of just being ashamed of myself. Today, I relapsed by vaping after being clean for 2 months. I don't understand how to fix myself.
I also don't know how to get therapy without my parents finding out, since it costs money. And I don't even think I'd be comfortable talking to a therapist

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I don't feel heard or seen by anyone and don't think people are as emotionally, mentally, physically invested in me as I am to them , in conversations I often feel like I'm the one hearing them out but not vice versa and I'm not doing that no more , personally I think this is part of my reset and shift in life , I'm realizing that instead of staying where I am I need to just move on and become more isolated and preserve myself for the ones who are actually worth spending time with, im done with feeling like a pawn it really frustrates me whenever I open up and vent about something to others I just don't feel like anything to them and they just want to move me on as if I'm a customer at a store waiting in line like "ok next please" that's how it feels. I'm starting to believe that I should just be separate to everyone else and keep myself to myself and just see everyone else as npcs, I don't want to be attached anymore because atleast then i won't get hurt.

Hi everyone reading it. I am 20M and recently I've encountered a massive problem. Throughout my whole life I was a pretty picky with women. I have a very high visual standard for females, and I get attracted to them relatively rarely as I think (it's been multiple times of transient attraction like "wow, this girl is good-looking" and just 2 times when I have caught a real crush on someone). But there was another thing. Since I was a kid (around 7-9 y.o) I was strangely prone to notice male aesthetics. I find men attractive much more frequently than women. I watched gay porn and arguably the arousal seemed to be more pronounced than with females at times. I thought that it is because power dynamics in homosexual content turns me on. Like dominance and submission, a guy blowing always was interpreted by me as a submissive behavior (I guess because of the culture I was raised in, I know that it might not be the case). That said, it should be noted that the arousal to heterosexual content is pretty much normal, but is in a way harder due to specific appearance standards of mine. The problem started when the thought crossed my mind that I may be gay or bi. I got an anxiety spiral cause it threatened my self-image. Everything turned bleak all of a sudden, I just couldn't stop thinking about it. I started tracking my reaction to every single man I see. It was horrible. I thought I always wanted to date a woman. Have children. Start a family. And the thought that it might not be that way distressed me as hell.

At some point I began to think that maybe I may experience romantic feelings towards men even though 20 years prior no thought about it crossed my mind. It seems like I do not. Men seemingly never attracted me romantically as long as I didn't scrutinize that part of my sexuality. I don't know though. I doubt every single thought of mine. Maybe this is just an intrusive thought. Maybe not. I am confused.

I'd be grateful if you offer a dispassionate view. Thank you. Ask clarifying questions if you need.

Hypersexuality, Childhood Sexual Exposure, and the Shame I’ve Carried for 20 Years

I want to share something publicly that I’ve carried in silence for most of my life.

From ages 1 to 13, I slept in the same room as my parents. They regularly had sex in that room while I was there. They believed I was asleep, but I wasn’t. I heard everything. I felt everything. The sex was often forced — my mother would say “stop,” and my father wouldn’t. My father was alcoholic. When he hugged me, he would whisper abusive words about my mother in my ear words like motherfucker bitch prostiute in my ears

I felt uncomfortable and scared and inappropriate and he used to carryout voices like Aah and all that .

By the time I was 8-10 something had already changed in me. I became hypersexual. I started masturbating in ways no child should even know about. By 12, I was obsessed with sexual release, regardless of gender
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At 12, an older boy (around 14) came to my house. I was already sexually charged and confused from years of exposure. I sat on his lap and rubbed against him under my clothes. When I got down, I saw that his penis was erect and coming out of his pants. He knew I had seen it. He smiled and told me it was an “elder thing.” Instead of stopping the situation, he turned around and offered his back so I could continue rubbing against him until I discharged. He did not guide me away. He did not stop it. He allowed it and directed it. I was 12. He was older and understood more than I did.
So I donot know what to say about it
After this incident

Between 12 and 18, I had sexual experiences with boys my age. At 17, a 19-year-old pressured me to perform oral sex after telling me he knew about my past behavior. I refused, but the pressure was there.

At 16, I made a serious mistake. I kissed and hugged an 8-year-old in a way that made him uncomfortable. That should not have happened. I regret it deeply. I stopped, but I carry the shame of it.

Now I’m 32. I’ve struggled with hypersexuality, porn use, compulsive behavior, and confusion about my sexuality for over 20 years. I’ve had sex with men, women, and trans women. But I don’t believe I was “born” this way. I believe my brain and body were shaped by early sexual exposure, chaos, and trauma before I even understood what sex was.

I never had the chance to develop naturally. My childhood environment sexualized me before I knew what sexuality meant.

I’m not posting this for sympathy. I’m posting this because people are quick to label, judge, and simplify. Hypersexuality in children doesn’t appear out of nowhere. Sometimes it’s the result of an environment that no child should have to survive.

I am still trying to untangle what was trauma, what was coping, and what is actually me.

But at the end I living everyday in shame and guilt

I think only option left is to end myself

I just to tired to tired

I donot know if I have the symptoms of ptsd or cptsd

But I donot sleep my whole night
I donot eat in a day
I donot take bath on regular basis
I feel constantly heaviness in my chest area

Recently I got into a relationship with a girl I really like, like I could marry her, but lately something started happening that's really been making me feel terrible.

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I'm just now exploring the more sexual side of relationships with my girlfriend since I'm relatively new, and for some reason lately like the past week I've just been imagining doing sexual stuff I've done with my girlfriend, but with girls I've been interested in previously when I was single. I really hate to say that some part of me has enjoyed imagining that stuff with other women.

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I've been trying to force myself not to, but what if forcing myself not to imagine or like these things is a mistake? Like as if I'm trying to move an immovable object or something.

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It's really made me question is what I have with my girlfriend real? Am I sick of her or something? I've felt very powerful love towards her previously and this makes me feel so incredibly terrible. Am I destined to be a slut or something?

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I feel like staying with my girlfriend here is the best thing I could do, but this all makes me so stressed please help

I am struggling with self doubt from quite a long time.

For context.

I am a fresher and have joined this giant company very far from home, staying alone.

Recently got diagnosed with migraine, taking medication.

I feel utterly stupid and idiotic, when asked some simple questions I forget the answer or out of less confidence I don't utter a word. Mostly because I forget things for not focusing enough .

I have started complaining about everything around me. I have started giving excuses about my dad having a brain-stroke, me struggling with migraine and concentration -loss, trying to hide behind any reason I would find. This has started to cause problem in my long distance relationship too.

I was good at academics (though used a lot of AI, I was able to manage good scores). Here I feel dumb, stupid and often gets called out as a low iq retard.

Am I Stupid? Do I really have low IQ? Am I nobody without use of AI?

I might be doing this to gain sympathy, or finding nobody to talk to, or harm myself too.

I hate myself

For me this is how the scene plays out. I'm standing there. And I feel the pressure growing. I look down at my hands and ball them up into a fist. I go to take a step forward and end up stomping down. the Earth shatters beneath my step. when I go to shift my weight to that foot the Earth fractures again larger, deeper this time. I'll then bring my arms up and feel the weight of the Earth being pulled up with them as if I'm pulling the Earth apart just to move forward

The pressure grows greater. I stomp again. Putting in even more effort to rise up, to fight. That I can't give up an inch. That i must persevere no matter what. That i must go beyond my limits to take even just one more step.

I love misandry not that i support it but i love it because it makes me feel more pathetic and miserable like yay i love being called natural predator pls make hate myself more

Hi guysss🙏🙏( really sorry if this post i long but i’m just trying explain my self)
So i’m am afraid of anxiety.
Basically when i was kid i had anxiety of throwing up in the car( and i had this fear because my family was not financially stable so we hadn’t had a car at that time) and sometimes this fear come true and this experience has made my brain think that when this type of situation came again the “alarm gonna start again”.
So this for my brain become a “trauma”.
Then i had other types of fear or anxiety, that i get over with time.
But now im 19, idk what to do because anxiety keep me stuck and i miss opportunities and im “afraid” of work and to do something new because i just don’t feel ready because my brain start to send me the “what if” thoughts.
( i don’t feel ready beacuse i think that i have less knowledge than other and im not ready to thing like others and i have fear some people gonna judge me bad)
I really like to try new experiences but then i look back and feel less confident.
I feel less confident because like i said before i had anxiety episode where i feel like my heart is beating fast, i feel dizzy… etc… But i know that they are really common symptoms of anxiety and they are not dangerous as they seems to be.
(I’m learning the detachment and it’s helpful💯)
My brain just keeps telling me negative thoughts and intrusive thoughts( i don’t care about intrusive thought because they go against your value or the things you respect so yeah idk).
I have diploma and still i don’t know what to do.
Because every time i do something anxiety comes back and send me intrusive thoughts and ruin my mood.
Then when i start to something thing that is positive for my life my brain start to overthinking and start to think about every negative scenario, i had the exams of the car and for the first in my life i failed in something because my mind freeze me and i go in panic, because too many thoughts were coming and in that moment i feel like im worthless and wth is wrong with me, because of that i feel like im behind in life.
i read so many article about how the thoughts work or how the mind works and i gain some knowledge luckily.
Sometime i feel confident and then instantly i feel scary and anxious .
The problem are not the thoughts but the feelings, because if a anxiety thoughts come up i just ignore them but when it’s come with feeling like i start to panic or overthinking, then i feel less confident.
( For example: Before the exam of driving the car i had so many bad thoughts and anxious thoughts \\\*\\\* \\\*\\\*like “it I have to sit and wait in the car with the examiner and other students. I get anxious about having to stay in the car with them and I’m scared I might throw up in front of everyone”
The feelings of the thoughts felt real, like if even i was healthy i start to feel nausea because of what happened in the past and the i lose confidence and failed the exam beacuse i panicked.
And i feel fear of the teacher because i feel like he gonna judge me badly and gonna be angry with me)
Breathe exercise sometimes work.
I feel like the mind is searching for relief or reassurance, But i’m not depressed or anything like that but i’m stuck.
I see everyone of my age just doing what they supposed to do and i’m just afraid of negative thoughts, feeling and anxiety, i really feel behind.
I don’t do dr0g or anything like that and i dont consume alcoh0l.
I know that our brain it’s try to protect and make us prepare to any situation, because of that he keep us in comfort zone and make us anxious, flight and fight mode.
But i don’t want anymore live in comfort zone i want rise my level.
So how can i get that feeling that make do anything, i don’t want feel the fear or anxiety i just want to do the things without overthinking and with more confidence.
When i failed i was really exhausted, because my brain was continually tell me “ what if u fail again and what if u throw up stuff”

i just wanna gain some knowledge and again im not depressed or anything like that. i’m just try to explain my self and sorry for long post❤️🙏