Nah, I (unfortunately) managed to find a forum where they write reviews (garsoniera), so I knew which escorts I should avoid.
I was lonely and homesick, so escorts were filling that void. I was almost 25 and still a virgin, and was rejected by girls all my life.
I thought I have control, but I became completely addicted once I gained "self-confidence" (I was getting a boner immediately and was able to ejaculate 2 times in 1 hour).
I physically injured my penis with one escort. I called my travel insurance company to find me a urologist or a surgeon, because the pain was unbearable and I was having major panic attacks because of it. Unfortunately it was Saturday, so they found me the only one that worked that day. Turns out it was a very unethical surgeon who insisted on circumcision and surgery, just so he can get money from the insurance company. I went back to my room and cried. I called my Erasmus+ coordinator back in my country in panic. She gave me a ton of bad advice, including that I should tell everything to my parents. She kinda guilt tripped me into it, so I told my parents I went to a surgeon but it's "nothing serious". Then I started receiving phone calls and text messages from them all day long.
Then I went to get an urethral swab to get checked for STDs. It was the worst pain I ever experienced. I screamed during the entire procedure, and the nurse started shaking her head. I was convinced I must have some STD, and started feeling awful about my escort addiction. I went to my college afterwards for English exam and had a major panic attack. International office set me up an appointment with a psychiatrist the next day. I was feeling 10x worse after the visit. I was prescribed Xanax and some SSRI but I didn't use them. I purchased Xanax and I had no idea what it is. Psychiatrist told me I should take 0.25 mg - 0.5 mg only when it's emergency. I didn't take enough of it and major panic attacks continued. Then I packed my suitcases in huge panic and ran back home, 2.5 months after I left it. hoping I'll never return.
Overall, I should have gained €1300 more ($1500) if I remained until the end of the semester (Erasmus grant). I also applied for jobs and who knows how many of them called me while I was away. I failed Erasmus semester and a chance to live a happy and fulfilled life. I came back home where I was exposed to domestic abuse, spent a week in the psychiatric hospital etc. Now all I have left is CTB.
