SinkingTooFar
New Fapstronaut
Hi,
Finally made an account here ^^ Step 1, I guess.
To introduce myself, I'm a moron. I developed some strange fetishes in secondary school and spent most nights looking through related artwork and stories online, basically from my teenage years through to age 25.
I didn't know what addiction was back then, or even if what I was looking at really qualified as porn. Something I also didn't realise when I was younger is that the shittiness in my brain was being caused by depression and anxiety - and, according to a doctor I'm currently speaking to, possible undiagnosed ASD. All I knew is that I had something that made me feel better, and a seemingly unlimited supply of it.
I won't go into details, but I'm sick of wasting time. I stopped going on websites a long time ago, but I'm still masturbating regularly (power of imagination, I guess).
What sucks though is that I feel I grew up without learning about what the boundaries of acceptability were - like I had to learn them the hard way, essentially by meeting someone who ended up traumatising me. But he wasn't holding a gun to my head. I should've known better. I learned well, but is it too late?
I don't know. Shit happens. I matured. Now I want to deal with it. Still, I might end up writing more on exactly what happened later on - hopefully after I've at least racked up a few days.
Thanks for reading
Finally made an account here ^^ Step 1, I guess.
To introduce myself, I'm a moron. I developed some strange fetishes in secondary school and spent most nights looking through related artwork and stories online, basically from my teenage years through to age 25.
I didn't know what addiction was back then, or even if what I was looking at really qualified as porn. Something I also didn't realise when I was younger is that the shittiness in my brain was being caused by depression and anxiety - and, according to a doctor I'm currently speaking to, possible undiagnosed ASD. All I knew is that I had something that made me feel better, and a seemingly unlimited supply of it.
I won't go into details, but I'm sick of wasting time. I stopped going on websites a long time ago, but I'm still masturbating regularly (power of imagination, I guess).
What sucks though is that I feel I grew up without learning about what the boundaries of acceptability were - like I had to learn them the hard way, essentially by meeting someone who ended up traumatising me. But he wasn't holding a gun to my head. I should've known better. I learned well, but is it too late?
I don't know. Shit happens. I matured. Now I want to deal with it. Still, I might end up writing more on exactly what happened later on - hopefully after I've at least racked up a few days.
Thanks for reading