class-a-team
Ex-Bluelighter
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- Jul 9, 2011
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Drugs have been a source of pleasure and pain for me for many years now. My parents don't know about it, but I'm really obsessed with drugs. I'm not addicted to any drug, but I never stop thinking about them. I don't have any close friends because people bore me and they hate my drug habits. However, while getting high used to be fun before, it never really seems worth it anymore because I get panic attacks and make a fool of myself in front of others. So I tried giving up drugs for a couple of months this year, and failed, somehow managing to forget all the hassle they've caused me.
I see a therapist who practises ACT therapy, but only to keep my mother happy. I don't think it helps in the slightest and I've told her that before but she just wants to keep me off medication (I was prescribed Lexapro by my GP a few months ago and my mother took it off me). I had bulimia from the age of 13 to 15, then took up drugs. My father left when I was 14, and I've had a strained relationship with him ever since. I don't trust men in the slightest, and earlier this year my fears were realised when I was sexually assaulted by a cousin that I used to be very close to. He knew about the eating disorder and told me, despite the fact that I was recovered at the time, that he only touched me like that to make me feel better about myself. He apologised, but I don't think he meant it. I wanted to talk to him about it, but he being the chicken that he is preferred to talk about it through text messages. I call myself a forgiving person, so I forgave and tried to forget about it. I didn't tell anyone. But the last time I saw him he seemed too interested in my sexuality and that made me very uneasy. I haven't spoken to him since, and he hasn't made contact with me because all he thinks about and cares about is his obnoxious ugly self.
I've had casual relationships with guys in the past, but to add to my problems I think I'm gay. That shouldn't be a problem in this day and age, but I really don't want to be gay. The friend situation isn't great either, I have "friends" but that's just so I'm not alone. These people are fine, I just have nothing in common with them. I'm really judgemental of others, even if they don't know it. I criticise myself too, of course, but maybe not to such an extent.
My real problem is fear. I'm terrified of my future. Next year I'll be starting university and I'm terrified that I'll be equally isolated and unhappy there. I don't know if I should stay doing drugs or not, and if not, how to stop thinking about them. I feel defined by them.
I see a therapist who practises ACT therapy, but only to keep my mother happy. I don't think it helps in the slightest and I've told her that before but she just wants to keep me off medication (I was prescribed Lexapro by my GP a few months ago and my mother took it off me). I had bulimia from the age of 13 to 15, then took up drugs. My father left when I was 14, and I've had a strained relationship with him ever since. I don't trust men in the slightest, and earlier this year my fears were realised when I was sexually assaulted by a cousin that I used to be very close to. He knew about the eating disorder and told me, despite the fact that I was recovered at the time, that he only touched me like that to make me feel better about myself. He apologised, but I don't think he meant it. I wanted to talk to him about it, but he being the chicken that he is preferred to talk about it through text messages. I call myself a forgiving person, so I forgave and tried to forget about it. I didn't tell anyone. But the last time I saw him he seemed too interested in my sexuality and that made me very uneasy. I haven't spoken to him since, and he hasn't made contact with me because all he thinks about and cares about is his obnoxious ugly self.
I've had casual relationships with guys in the past, but to add to my problems I think I'm gay. That shouldn't be a problem in this day and age, but I really don't want to be gay. The friend situation isn't great either, I have "friends" but that's just so I'm not alone. These people are fine, I just have nothing in common with them. I'm really judgemental of others, even if they don't know it. I criticise myself too, of course, but maybe not to such an extent.
My real problem is fear. I'm terrified of my future. Next year I'll be starting university and I'm terrified that I'll be equally isolated and unhappy there. I don't know if I should stay doing drugs or not, and if not, how to stop thinking about them. I feel defined by them.