GubMoobEel
New Here
I’m Lee. I’m new here. I’m 20 and I’m a female.
I love Minecraft, horror games, horror movies, metal music, motorcycles, and more. I run a relatively successful Minecraft server with over 60 members, which I’m really proud of.
For me I struggle to willingly share my interests (I know this is very contradictory, but anonymity makes me feel safe enough to talk about my interests) because as a kid anything I was interested in became something to be taken away and only used as a reward. Everything was taken away the second I didn’t do exactly what I was told perfectly. Made and makes me feel like everything I love or value isn’t mine, which gives me attachment issues. Not to mention, I was always teased by my family and peers for my interests, whether or not they were normal.
I struggle with seeking help or going to doctors because I grew up in a Louisiana family where you don’t get help unless you’re already dead. “Tough it out” “don't be a [word for wimp]” My uncle died recently and everyone was so sad, but if he had gone to the doctor he would still be alive. For DAYS he couldn’t move by himself or go to work. He should’ve gone to the doctor, but *that’s just not what we do*.
I also struggle with physical touch, but need it as well. My ex boyfriend sexually abused me for 7.5 months, which made me both hypersexual but uncomfortable with intimacy. Unfortunately I’ve turned to stuff like fanfiction and chatbots to occasionally remedy my needs for affection. Tried dating instead, but I’m not ready for that. Fiction is safe because no one can take away my control, irl someone could easily overpower my very short self.
I struggle with having control over my body. Take your Prazosin? No, I refuse to not be able to control my ability to wake up. I’m scared I won’t be able to escape the nightmare. I don’t want to not have control. This is only one example.
Unfortunately, my family doesn’t really understand the toll my mental health has on me and my ability to function. Luckily, I got a therapist, but I basically can’t go to the doctor for anything until it’s too late or too worsened because that’s “weak”. They think I’m lazy. I live alone in an apartment they bought so I can go to a good college. They keep dangling it over my head and threatening to sell it if I don’t do well in school.
There’s so much more, but this is all I can manage to type out right now.
I love Minecraft, horror games, horror movies, metal music, motorcycles, and more. I run a relatively successful Minecraft server with over 60 members, which I’m really proud of.
For me I struggle to willingly share my interests (I know this is very contradictory, but anonymity makes me feel safe enough to talk about my interests) because as a kid anything I was interested in became something to be taken away and only used as a reward. Everything was taken away the second I didn’t do exactly what I was told perfectly. Made and makes me feel like everything I love or value isn’t mine, which gives me attachment issues. Not to mention, I was always teased by my family and peers for my interests, whether or not they were normal.
I struggle with seeking help or going to doctors because I grew up in a Louisiana family where you don’t get help unless you’re already dead. “Tough it out” “don't be a [word for wimp]” My uncle died recently and everyone was so sad, but if he had gone to the doctor he would still be alive. For DAYS he couldn’t move by himself or go to work. He should’ve gone to the doctor, but *that’s just not what we do*.
I also struggle with physical touch, but need it as well. My ex boyfriend sexually abused me for 7.5 months, which made me both hypersexual but uncomfortable with intimacy. Unfortunately I’ve turned to stuff like fanfiction and chatbots to occasionally remedy my needs for affection. Tried dating instead, but I’m not ready for that. Fiction is safe because no one can take away my control, irl someone could easily overpower my very short self.
I struggle with having control over my body. Take your Prazosin? No, I refuse to not be able to control my ability to wake up. I’m scared I won’t be able to escape the nightmare. I don’t want to not have control. This is only one example.
Unfortunately, my family doesn’t really understand the toll my mental health has on me and my ability to function. Luckily, I got a therapist, but I basically can’t go to the doctor for anything until it’s too late or too worsened because that’s “weak”. They think I’m lazy. I live alone in an apartment they bought so I can go to a good college. They keep dangling it over my head and threatening to sell it if I don’t do well in school.
There’s so much more, but this is all I can manage to type out right now.