Yuqani
a poorly written character
- Oct 30, 2019
- 31
Hi! Some storytelling ahead. Thanks for reading. I'll try to make it snappy.
I appreciate any input.
I'm, well, on the very edge. Going SN. Got the whole shebang ready including diazepam and oxycontin.
My targeted time, this January, is here now... but I made a big no-no around christmas.
I told someone.
Someone I felt like they had a right to know.
Over about 7 years now, he's become almost a father-figure (the age diff fits this bill). He tons of stuff for me, including signing in on my appartment rent contract.
Never would've gotten this without him.
I told him since once I'll ctb, he's gonna be paying some bills instead. The fact that he could probably afford it (top 10% income household in my country) didn't matter. Not telling felt nasty, I was on benzos and spilled the beans.
His reaction was expected: empathetic and kind but clearly shocked.
What made things worse is his wife. Who is also my former youth-specialized therapist (41 at the time) who had engaged a sexual relationship with me, her patient, 20 at the time. It lasted a few years. She very "discreetly" and conveniently disconnected with me - I suspect I eventually got boring as a toy.
No, I'm not butthurt about it. You are. Whatever.
My "real" family is a class A dumpsterfire and left me FUBAR. I cut ALL contact with blood relatives.
I was an awkward, isolated, broke, virgin lad living in temporary housing when she "picked me up" and somehow integrated me into her family.
At first I was the "new sensation" for a lack of a better term, but that novelty wore off.
I've been the most isolated, insecure NEET for years now.
I've felt neglected. Months without any interaction.
But now... now that she knows about "it"... Oh boy.
I feel she's using "love-bombs" and the occasional guilt trip. I don't know how genuine she is but is trying to make preventative efforts.
We argued over that whole therapist-patient-sex thing, too. She's partially blaming me. To be fair, it was consensual, I was an adult, but the power dynamic couldn't have been more in her favor.
I was so vulnerable.
Ok, wrapping up.
Really.... I just wanna go. I'm FUBAR. Can't hold jobs. Can't make friends. Can't approach women.
No guarantee any efforts would yield anything - and I'm not much of a gambler.
I see that it's only gonna get worse with age (27 atm) as there tend to be more offers geared toward younger ones... and my relative physical health won't last forever, either...
Some just die sad and lonely. Ya'll don't need me to tell you, I'm sure.
The seeds of doubt have been planted. But I really, really just want to go.
The memories to go away. The humiliation of my failures to stop haunting me.
Thank you for your time.
I appreciate any input.
I'm, well, on the very edge. Going SN. Got the whole shebang ready including diazepam and oxycontin.
My targeted time, this January, is here now... but I made a big no-no around christmas.
I told someone.
Someone I felt like they had a right to know.
Over about 7 years now, he's become almost a father-figure (the age diff fits this bill). He tons of stuff for me, including signing in on my appartment rent contract.
Never would've gotten this without him.
I told him since once I'll ctb, he's gonna be paying some bills instead. The fact that he could probably afford it (top 10% income household in my country) didn't matter. Not telling felt nasty, I was on benzos and spilled the beans.
His reaction was expected: empathetic and kind but clearly shocked.
What made things worse is his wife. Who is also my former youth-specialized therapist (41 at the time) who had engaged a sexual relationship with me, her patient, 20 at the time. It lasted a few years. She very "discreetly" and conveniently disconnected with me - I suspect I eventually got boring as a toy.
No, I'm not butthurt about it. You are. Whatever.
My "real" family is a class A dumpsterfire and left me FUBAR. I cut ALL contact with blood relatives.
I was an awkward, isolated, broke, virgin lad living in temporary housing when she "picked me up" and somehow integrated me into her family.
At first I was the "new sensation" for a lack of a better term, but that novelty wore off.
I've been the most isolated, insecure NEET for years now.
I've felt neglected. Months without any interaction.
But now... now that she knows about "it"... Oh boy.
I feel she's using "love-bombs" and the occasional guilt trip. I don't know how genuine she is but is trying to make preventative efforts.
We argued over that whole therapist-patient-sex thing, too. She's partially blaming me. To be fair, it was consensual, I was an adult, but the power dynamic couldn't have been more in her favor.
I was so vulnerable.
Ok, wrapping up.
Really.... I just wanna go. I'm FUBAR. Can't hold jobs. Can't make friends. Can't approach women.
No guarantee any efforts would yield anything - and I'm not much of a gambler.
I see that it's only gonna get worse with age (27 atm) as there tend to be more offers geared toward younger ones... and my relative physical health won't last forever, either...
Some just die sad and lonely. Ya'll don't need me to tell you, I'm sure.
The seeds of doubt have been planted. But I really, really just want to go.
The memories to go away. The humiliation of my failures to stop haunting me.
Thank you for your time.
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