Blue63
September 12th, 2012, 05:14 PM
This post could go in a lot of different places, Relationships, Depression & Grief, Cutting and Self Harm, but I suppose it's most relavent here. Please don't be turned off by the length of this, I am in desperate need of some guidance. Plus simply pouring the words onto this screen somehow makes me feel just a little bit better.
First things first. Depression runs in my family. Though it has majorly affected me in the past, at this point I don't feel personally plagued by it. However, I am a cutter. I spent time in my sophomore year of high school experimenting with cutting, then it dropped away with my depression. However I spent much of the first semester of my senior year cutting pretty seriously. Quitting finally stuck in January. I'd be lying if I didn't say that I have slipped up a few times in the past eight months and that it is still a very strong temptation.
Okay, there's that. Sexuality time. I am now a freshman in college (and at a college VERY different from my high school; small, catholic, private high school vs. huge state university). I am male and I am 18. I cannot precisely remember when I felt an attraction to the same sex; the closest I can recall is Freshman year in high school. Four years ago. I had always considered myself straight; I had a strong physical and emotional attraction to girls, and yet a strange physical attraction to guys began to grow. I never truly "liked" a guy in the same way that I would "like" a girl. There were no butterflies, no fears of awkwardness, no drive to flirt. And so I never felt a need to tell anyone. It felt almost slightly betraying not to say anything, because the friends who I confided in about my cutting knew everything about me, everything except my physical attraction to guys, that is.
Over the past four years the attraction grew, on the occasional (and slightly rare) occurrences that I would watch porn, it would be gay porn. It's what turned me on, it's what got me off. When I would masturbate, it would usually be with the thought of some guy in mind. And yet it never affected me. I was still attracted to girls, and I was certainly exceedingly more emotionally attracted to girls. It was the worrying about girls that kept me up at night, not the fear of a secret sexuality. It was girls who I pursued. Now I've never dated, or ever hooked up, which I'm attributing to an ever-present awkwardness and a lack of willingness to be rejected. But God knows, I liked girls.
As I began to consider my sexuality more seriously, I decided that perhaps I was bisexual, but I had no desire to label it. After all, sexuality is a spectrum, right? There is no black and white. Outwardly I considered myself straight. Internally, I knew that my sexuality may have been skewed slightly. I didn't want to label it. I didn't want to have to deal with coming out. With being bisexual. I'd cross that bridge when I came to it.
I've officially come to it. Big university. Big PUBLIC university. There are lots of gay guys here. Which doesn't bother me, I am catholic, but I'm a supporter of gay rights. They were born that way. They have every right to be married, just like the rest of us. I never seriously considered that I could be bisexual, that I could be hooking up with guys, that I could be in a relationship with a guy.
And it scares the shit out of me. Guys have been flirting with me, which I understand, but what should I do? If there is one thing that I'm confident of, it's that I am not gay. I imagine myself married to a woman, with kids. I've always been attracted to and wanted a to date a woman. So I'm straight, with a physical attraction to guys. Is it because it's "forbidden"? Is it because I did theatre in high school? Or went to an all-boys high school?
Is it real? Was I really Born This Way, whatever This Way is?
I'm not sure. I've never really "liked" a guy, I don't think. "Going all the way" with a guy never really appealed to me. So try it? Yeah, I'm not so sure. So I'm primarily interested in women. Though we may be living in a new age, though we may be the new generation, how many girls would genuinely be interested in a guy people think is gay. A lot of people simply do not believe in bisexuality. If the school heard I hooked up with some guy, I would be automatically labeled - something I never wanted.
But people think I'm gay! Apparently I have a gay voice (I always knew my voice was higher, but I never thought it was piercingly and notoriously gay). People ask about me. A lot. It's frustrating. It's brought me to hate myself, it's brought every piece of insanity I've ever had to the forefront. Nothing has made me want to cut myself more. It's gotten to the point where I wished I was gay, because then things would make sense. But I'm not, I may be bi, but that feels like a pretty strong maybe. I don't want to jeopardize my future at this school, the next four years, I don't want to make a mistake that I will regret for the rest of my time here. I don't want to ruin my university years. I'm not sure I could handle it, to be honest with you. I've never really been suicidal, but, I supposed with all of the darkness I'm predispositioned to, it's something I have to be aware of.
I am utterly and entirely confused. About everything. Please, if you could offer any wisdom, that would be wonderful. I know I could talk to my friends about it, I know I could, but I really just don't feel comfortable with that. Virtual Teen has always been there for me in the past, I don't see why it wouldn't be now. Please help me. Please
Thank you for reading,
Matt
First things first. Depression runs in my family. Though it has majorly affected me in the past, at this point I don't feel personally plagued by it. However, I am a cutter. I spent time in my sophomore year of high school experimenting with cutting, then it dropped away with my depression. However I spent much of the first semester of my senior year cutting pretty seriously. Quitting finally stuck in January. I'd be lying if I didn't say that I have slipped up a few times in the past eight months and that it is still a very strong temptation.
Okay, there's that. Sexuality time. I am now a freshman in college (and at a college VERY different from my high school; small, catholic, private high school vs. huge state university). I am male and I am 18. I cannot precisely remember when I felt an attraction to the same sex; the closest I can recall is Freshman year in high school. Four years ago. I had always considered myself straight; I had a strong physical and emotional attraction to girls, and yet a strange physical attraction to guys began to grow. I never truly "liked" a guy in the same way that I would "like" a girl. There were no butterflies, no fears of awkwardness, no drive to flirt. And so I never felt a need to tell anyone. It felt almost slightly betraying not to say anything, because the friends who I confided in about my cutting knew everything about me, everything except my physical attraction to guys, that is.
Over the past four years the attraction grew, on the occasional (and slightly rare) occurrences that I would watch porn, it would be gay porn. It's what turned me on, it's what got me off. When I would masturbate, it would usually be with the thought of some guy in mind. And yet it never affected me. I was still attracted to girls, and I was certainly exceedingly more emotionally attracted to girls. It was the worrying about girls that kept me up at night, not the fear of a secret sexuality. It was girls who I pursued. Now I've never dated, or ever hooked up, which I'm attributing to an ever-present awkwardness and a lack of willingness to be rejected. But God knows, I liked girls.
As I began to consider my sexuality more seriously, I decided that perhaps I was bisexual, but I had no desire to label it. After all, sexuality is a spectrum, right? There is no black and white. Outwardly I considered myself straight. Internally, I knew that my sexuality may have been skewed slightly. I didn't want to label it. I didn't want to have to deal with coming out. With being bisexual. I'd cross that bridge when I came to it.
I've officially come to it. Big university. Big PUBLIC university. There are lots of gay guys here. Which doesn't bother me, I am catholic, but I'm a supporter of gay rights. They were born that way. They have every right to be married, just like the rest of us. I never seriously considered that I could be bisexual, that I could be hooking up with guys, that I could be in a relationship with a guy.
And it scares the shit out of me. Guys have been flirting with me, which I understand, but what should I do? If there is one thing that I'm confident of, it's that I am not gay. I imagine myself married to a woman, with kids. I've always been attracted to and wanted a to date a woman. So I'm straight, with a physical attraction to guys. Is it because it's "forbidden"? Is it because I did theatre in high school? Or went to an all-boys high school?
Is it real? Was I really Born This Way, whatever This Way is?
I'm not sure. I've never really "liked" a guy, I don't think. "Going all the way" with a guy never really appealed to me. So try it? Yeah, I'm not so sure. So I'm primarily interested in women. Though we may be living in a new age, though we may be the new generation, how many girls would genuinely be interested in a guy people think is gay. A lot of people simply do not believe in bisexuality. If the school heard I hooked up with some guy, I would be automatically labeled - something I never wanted.
But people think I'm gay! Apparently I have a gay voice (I always knew my voice was higher, but I never thought it was piercingly and notoriously gay). People ask about me. A lot. It's frustrating. It's brought me to hate myself, it's brought every piece of insanity I've ever had to the forefront. Nothing has made me want to cut myself more. It's gotten to the point where I wished I was gay, because then things would make sense. But I'm not, I may be bi, but that feels like a pretty strong maybe. I don't want to jeopardize my future at this school, the next four years, I don't want to make a mistake that I will regret for the rest of my time here. I don't want to ruin my university years. I'm not sure I could handle it, to be honest with you. I've never really been suicidal, but, I supposed with all of the darkness I'm predispositioned to, it's something I have to be aware of.
I am utterly and entirely confused. About everything. Please, if you could offer any wisdom, that would be wonderful. I know I could talk to my friends about it, I know I could, but I really just don't feel comfortable with that. Virtual Teen has always been there for me in the past, I don't see why it wouldn't be now. Please help me. Please
Thank you for reading,
Matt