confused01
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Ok, so here's the deal... I hope I'm not giving away too much of my anonymity by describing my situation, because it's rather specific.
Anyways... I'm a guy of 21 years old and I've been doubting about myself for a very long time now. I've always hidden my "true self" from others and from myself. I know that I must be at least bisexual, but I'm having a real tough time admitting it to myself. I've only had one relationship, and it was with a girl, but after a while I felt insecure...
Even though ever since puberty I've fantasized about intercourse with boys I've always denied that part of me and I've always tried to act as if I didn't notice it.
But the years of self-denial are taking their toll. I've had some serious problems with myself. Where should I start? ... I'm back in the "normal world" for less than a year now, because a whole while ago I've been in rehab because of an eating disorder. Anorexia has been the perfect way for me to restrict me and my mind in both a litteral and figurative way. I've been in rehab for 6 months, have left the rehab, have been good for a few months, and since 2 months I'm good on my path to self-destruction again. I'm underweight again, and "anorexic" according to what the number say (BMI of 17)
I've self-mutilated in the past partially because of previous problems in my life, partially because I cannot understand myself....
Though the self-mutilation has stopped since rehab, I'm still having a lot of trouble with not giving in to my eating disorder.
I'm also in my exams at the moment, and I feel how lonely I am.
I still go to a psychiatrist weekly for the check up on the anorexia, but I even got difficulties about talking about it with him... especially since he's a guy.
And the more time that passes, the lonelier I feel. I've got my ups and downs, but every time I almost come to a point of happiness, the feeling of loneliness takes over because I know I'll never get the chance to be myself.
This may all seem overdramatic to you, but I'm getting so exhausted. The lights in my eyes are fading, I'm feeling emptier every day. Suicide is something that comes to mind at a weekly, if not a daily basis.
So the more time passes, the more I'm realizing that I'm letting this evolve into a matter of choosing between life and death.
It might sound crazy to a lot of you, but because of a lot that happened in my life I've got really big issues with coping how others think of me. Self-hatred has become a part of me. I don't dare to think of how ppl will react. For example I'm still a student. I just can't deal with ppl making fun of me. I'm staying at a dorm, so how can I ever take a boyfriend with me without them noticing it?
I feel that I cannot tell my parents; and as if it's not difficult enough they are divorced and I only rarely see my father since he seems to want to found a new family with my step-mom. In other words I'll have the "joy" of informing my parents at least twice.
I feel that I cannot tell my family. At Christmas a gay man appeared on tv and my uncle made fun of him and called him a sissy.
I cannot tell my brother and sister.
My step-family,... etc. I've always made sure that there's nothing by which they could ever suspect anything.
My friends.... (the few I consider to be my friends)
And the feeling of loneliness just grows and grows. And this dillemma is tearing me apart.
I'm really standing on the edge of a cliff, and I'm so angry. I want to cry, I want to shout at this whole motherf*cking society with all it's cliches and its judgementalism, at everyone who has ever ruined my life and made me this insecure. I want to yell and scream how I hate this theater that I'm performnig for everyone. I don't want to feel lonely, I don't want to wear a mask; it's killing me.
I'm just sick everything. I don't know what I want anymore. I'm desperate.
I don't know what to do.. Coming out seems so hard to me, and I've got no idea if I'll ever get through it.
Sry for my ranting.. Thx if you took the time to read it.
Anyways... I'm a guy of 21 years old and I've been doubting about myself for a very long time now. I've always hidden my "true self" from others and from myself. I know that I must be at least bisexual, but I'm having a real tough time admitting it to myself. I've only had one relationship, and it was with a girl, but after a while I felt insecure...
Even though ever since puberty I've fantasized about intercourse with boys I've always denied that part of me and I've always tried to act as if I didn't notice it.
But the years of self-denial are taking their toll. I've had some serious problems with myself. Where should I start? ... I'm back in the "normal world" for less than a year now, because a whole while ago I've been in rehab because of an eating disorder. Anorexia has been the perfect way for me to restrict me and my mind in both a litteral and figurative way. I've been in rehab for 6 months, have left the rehab, have been good for a few months, and since 2 months I'm good on my path to self-destruction again. I'm underweight again, and "anorexic" according to what the number say (BMI of 17)
I've self-mutilated in the past partially because of previous problems in my life, partially because I cannot understand myself....
Though the self-mutilation has stopped since rehab, I'm still having a lot of trouble with not giving in to my eating disorder.
I'm also in my exams at the moment, and I feel how lonely I am.
I still go to a psychiatrist weekly for the check up on the anorexia, but I even got difficulties about talking about it with him... especially since he's a guy.
And the more time that passes, the lonelier I feel. I've got my ups and downs, but every time I almost come to a point of happiness, the feeling of loneliness takes over because I know I'll never get the chance to be myself.
This may all seem overdramatic to you, but I'm getting so exhausted. The lights in my eyes are fading, I'm feeling emptier every day. Suicide is something that comes to mind at a weekly, if not a daily basis.
So the more time passes, the more I'm realizing that I'm letting this evolve into a matter of choosing between life and death.
It might sound crazy to a lot of you, but because of a lot that happened in my life I've got really big issues with coping how others think of me. Self-hatred has become a part of me. I don't dare to think of how ppl will react. For example I'm still a student. I just can't deal with ppl making fun of me. I'm staying at a dorm, so how can I ever take a boyfriend with me without them noticing it?
I feel that I cannot tell my parents; and as if it's not difficult enough they are divorced and I only rarely see my father since he seems to want to found a new family with my step-mom. In other words I'll have the "joy" of informing my parents at least twice.
I feel that I cannot tell my family. At Christmas a gay man appeared on tv and my uncle made fun of him and called him a sissy.
I cannot tell my brother and sister.
My step-family,... etc. I've always made sure that there's nothing by which they could ever suspect anything.
My friends.... (the few I consider to be my friends)
And the feeling of loneliness just grows and grows. And this dillemma is tearing me apart.
I'm really standing on the edge of a cliff, and I'm so angry. I want to cry, I want to shout at this whole motherf*cking society with all it's cliches and its judgementalism, at everyone who has ever ruined my life and made me this insecure. I want to yell and scream how I hate this theater that I'm performnig for everyone. I don't want to feel lonely, I don't want to wear a mask; it's killing me.
I'm just sick everything. I don't know what I want anymore. I'm desperate.
I don't know what to do.. Coming out seems so hard to me, and I've got no idea if I'll ever get through it.
Sry for my ranting.. Thx if you took the time to read it.

















