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I need help. Seriously, I need real detailed guided advice.
I posted it here cuz I GUESS I'm dysfunctional.
More ways than one.
I thought, hey, leg is injured JUST as I start weight training and it needs to heal, so I'll just focus fully on SRT - Suppressed-Restricted-Transposition Theory.
I spent the last 2 hours just trying to get erect for SRT. I couldn't do a single fucking SSJ. I kegeled like my life depended on it and it wouldn't go. Nothing in my GIGS of �naked people movies� did a thing. I resorted to the most degenerate, shameful shit, and I'm not proud of myself. I had some rare moments where I got it started, but then with shaky hands and a thousand pounds of stress behind me, it deflates like a fucking balloon in the few seconds I have to try and get it into the ADS. It won't stay. I can't get my dick into the SiliStretcher - All Day Penis Vacuum Stretcher and Weight Hanger. And if I try pumping I can't get erect to go in the MityVac - Wet and Dry Penis Vacuum Pump System.
All I want to do is do SOME KIND OF ROUTINE, but I can't even get the basic fucking thing needed to get started. The �naked people movies� doesn't help. I thought it would, as it always worked when I was passively fapping just to get some semblence of happiness out of the day.
It's huge cocks. It's ALWAYS huge cocks. It's all they seem to want. It's the only thing that makes the world go round it seems. �naked people movies�sites are nothing but huge cocks, erotic fiction is always huge cocks, animated shit is impossibly huge cocks. But if a guy has body dysmorphia because of it? SUDDENLY it's all just in my head!!! SUDDENLY it's too depressing for people!!! Or it's a fucking joke to them. Yeah yeah I'm not supposed to take �naked people movies� seriously; y'know we've come a long way from the days of scripted professional �naked people movies� and it's mostly filmed by couples, real young hot couples who NEVER had to spend their 20s hating themselves because they were fat and ugly and their dick was barely useable and they spent every night having a mental breakdown over being alone and hating themselves every day, adding another to the pile of regret all the years prior. I talk to my peers. "YEAHHUUHHH WHEN I WAS 21 I DID THIS FUN THING WITH GIRLS-" When I was 21 I thought I was going to be the butt of jokes, from my dick alone, let alone all the other pathetic things about me, that I'd never be accepted, never be considered a guy girls could look up to, just the creep in the corner.
I am aware of my size constantly. I feel like I'm hiding from a mob. I feel it when I'm sleeping. I feel it in the shower. I feel it during the day. No matter how good a face I can put on for the day and for my peers, I just come out of the shower and look at myself in the mirror. "Oh look. It's pathetic. Just like it was yesterday. Time to spend another 24 hours stressing myself out trying to control my calorie intake, struggling to get erect, exercise and be sore all goddamn day, while someone way taller than me who was already in shape; it's just Tuesday.
I mean, FUCK, not only is it all huge cocks but they're always in perfect fucking shape too. My 20s are over and I'm never gonna be someone like that. All I have to look back on is regret. Yeah yeah I know I'm supposed to just keep my eyes forward or whatever; not easy to do when your attention span is so FUCKED you can't even pay attention to what your significant other is telling you and she's answering a question you JUST asked! Maybe I can get into shape in a few years and if my joints don't give out before I'm 40 I MIGHT be able to live a healthy second half of my life.
I can get erect for sex but that's it. Wife still says the sex is top notch. I don't think she's lying, I just think she doesn't know. Only a matter of time before our polyamory thing teaches her otherwise. Even if it were skill over size, my skills leave me a crumpled heap after sex and it's a goddamn struggle and I can't just enjoy sex.
I'm tired. I'm frustrated. I'm exhausted. I'm depressed. I'm anxious. I'm tired of managing the symptoms of trauma. I'm sick of this. I'm so sick of this. I'm sick of hating myself. I'm sick of the flashbacks. I'm sick of fighting every single day to the bitter end and having nothing to show for it. I'm sick of feeling like nothing's ever going to get better. I'm sick of being overweight no matter how much I exercise or diet, I'm sick of not putting on any muscle no matter how much I weightlift. I know the principles of Calories, I know how macronutrients work, I've been the same weight for MONTHS. I can't afford a trainer, I can't afford a therapist, and I can't afford a doctor, so I'm winging EVERYTHING with just advice off the internet. It's all I have. My hands haven't stopped shaking since last night.
No matter how hard I try, no matter how much of a smile I try to put on for people, no matter how much I try to uplift those around me, no matter how much energy I spend on training, no matter how much research I do, nothing ever fucking works. My body is falling apart. I really have no more confidence I'm going to get to any semblence of decency before I die, and that's assuming I don't get hit by a car or run into some medical issue that leaves me in debt the rest of my life. And even if it does happen, what, I get less than a year of freedom before whatever huge disaster hits next?
And yes, I'm sober. I wasn't, but as it turns out all it does is postpone having a complete mental breakdown until the following morning. This happens a lot actually. But again I'm poor so I don't get luxuries like "therapy". I can go from life of the party to complete wreck in the blink of an eye, because at the end of the day, I can act confident, I can act sexy, I can be motivational, but I have no power. I barely have power over my own life. But there's always something, isn't it? There's always another roadblock. There's always another reason to not be able to move forward. SOMETHING HAS TO GIVE. I don't know how much more of this I can take.
I posted it here cuz I GUESS I'm dysfunctional.
More ways than one.
I thought, hey, leg is injured JUST as I start weight training and it needs to heal, so I'll just focus fully on SRT - Suppressed-Restricted-Transposition Theory.
I spent the last 2 hours just trying to get erect for SRT. I couldn't do a single fucking SSJ. I kegeled like my life depended on it and it wouldn't go. Nothing in my GIGS of �naked people movies� did a thing. I resorted to the most degenerate, shameful shit, and I'm not proud of myself. I had some rare moments where I got it started, but then with shaky hands and a thousand pounds of stress behind me, it deflates like a fucking balloon in the few seconds I have to try and get it into the ADS. It won't stay. I can't get my dick into the SiliStretcher - All Day Penis Vacuum Stretcher and Weight Hanger. And if I try pumping I can't get erect to go in the MityVac - Wet and Dry Penis Vacuum Pump System.
All I want to do is do SOME KIND OF ROUTINE, but I can't even get the basic fucking thing needed to get started. The �naked people movies� doesn't help. I thought it would, as it always worked when I was passively fapping just to get some semblence of happiness out of the day.
It's huge cocks. It's ALWAYS huge cocks. It's all they seem to want. It's the only thing that makes the world go round it seems. �naked people movies�sites are nothing but huge cocks, erotic fiction is always huge cocks, animated shit is impossibly huge cocks. But if a guy has body dysmorphia because of it? SUDDENLY it's all just in my head!!! SUDDENLY it's too depressing for people!!! Or it's a fucking joke to them. Yeah yeah I'm not supposed to take �naked people movies� seriously; y'know we've come a long way from the days of scripted professional �naked people movies� and it's mostly filmed by couples, real young hot couples who NEVER had to spend their 20s hating themselves because they were fat and ugly and their dick was barely useable and they spent every night having a mental breakdown over being alone and hating themselves every day, adding another to the pile of regret all the years prior. I talk to my peers. "YEAHHUUHHH WHEN I WAS 21 I DID THIS FUN THING WITH GIRLS-" When I was 21 I thought I was going to be the butt of jokes, from my dick alone, let alone all the other pathetic things about me, that I'd never be accepted, never be considered a guy girls could look up to, just the creep in the corner.
I am aware of my size constantly. I feel like I'm hiding from a mob. I feel it when I'm sleeping. I feel it in the shower. I feel it during the day. No matter how good a face I can put on for the day and for my peers, I just come out of the shower and look at myself in the mirror. "Oh look. It's pathetic. Just like it was yesterday. Time to spend another 24 hours stressing myself out trying to control my calorie intake, struggling to get erect, exercise and be sore all goddamn day, while someone way taller than me who was already in shape; it's just Tuesday.
I mean, FUCK, not only is it all huge cocks but they're always in perfect fucking shape too. My 20s are over and I'm never gonna be someone like that. All I have to look back on is regret. Yeah yeah I know I'm supposed to just keep my eyes forward or whatever; not easy to do when your attention span is so FUCKED you can't even pay attention to what your significant other is telling you and she's answering a question you JUST asked! Maybe I can get into shape in a few years and if my joints don't give out before I'm 40 I MIGHT be able to live a healthy second half of my life.
I can get erect for sex but that's it. Wife still says the sex is top notch. I don't think she's lying, I just think she doesn't know. Only a matter of time before our polyamory thing teaches her otherwise. Even if it were skill over size, my skills leave me a crumpled heap after sex and it's a goddamn struggle and I can't just enjoy sex.
I'm tired. I'm frustrated. I'm exhausted. I'm depressed. I'm anxious. I'm tired of managing the symptoms of trauma. I'm sick of this. I'm so sick of this. I'm sick of hating myself. I'm sick of the flashbacks. I'm sick of fighting every single day to the bitter end and having nothing to show for it. I'm sick of feeling like nothing's ever going to get better. I'm sick of being overweight no matter how much I exercise or diet, I'm sick of not putting on any muscle no matter how much I weightlift. I know the principles of Calories, I know how macronutrients work, I've been the same weight for MONTHS. I can't afford a trainer, I can't afford a therapist, and I can't afford a doctor, so I'm winging EVERYTHING with just advice off the internet. It's all I have. My hands haven't stopped shaking since last night.
No matter how hard I try, no matter how much of a smile I try to put on for people, no matter how much I try to uplift those around me, no matter how much energy I spend on training, no matter how much research I do, nothing ever fucking works. My body is falling apart. I really have no more confidence I'm going to get to any semblence of decency before I die, and that's assuming I don't get hit by a car or run into some medical issue that leaves me in debt the rest of my life. And even if it does happen, what, I get less than a year of freedom before whatever huge disaster hits next?
And yes, I'm sober. I wasn't, but as it turns out all it does is postpone having a complete mental breakdown until the following morning. This happens a lot actually. But again I'm poor so I don't get luxuries like "therapy". I can go from life of the party to complete wreck in the blink of an eye, because at the end of the day, I can act confident, I can act sexy, I can be motivational, but I have no power. I barely have power over my own life. But there's always something, isn't it? There's always another roadblock. There's always another reason to not be able to move forward. SOMETHING HAS TO GIVE. I don't know how much more of this I can take.
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