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Winniethepooh
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- Nov 17, 2019
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So my childhood up to 15 was fairly good. But At 15, I was raped for the first time by my father. It lead to me starting to masturbate compulsively in an effort to regain power over my body.
I masturbated several times a week and I'm not the type to masturbate. I told my parents I wasn't well, even though this wasn't true.
At the same time, I struggled with severe acne. I felt gross.
My dream was to be an exchange student abroad, but my parents would only let me go if I went to China. I wanted to go to Iceland. My exchange year never happened, something I continue to mourn up to this day.
After high school I tried to run away to Asia twice but came back both times.
At 22, I had laser skin treatment in an effort to get rid of my acne. It worked but left my skin dry and aged which upset me. It shouldn't have, it's better than being gross and having greasy skin.
At 24, I checked myself into a psychiatric ward.
I ended up peeing and shitting on a stairwell. It was when I was sent home from the hospital and no one was home. I was confused and it was late in the evening, so I stayed on the stairwell the whole night.
I never told anyone about my accident, it having happened on a ledge-thing with no doors. I feel so sorry for the person who had to clean it up.
My parents handed me over to the authorities and they gave me an apartment in a suburb where I've lived for the past three years. Psychiatry is a major cause of my anxiety. I was diagnosed with schizophrenia which I don't contest but I hate them. They don't listen and they don't seem to know what they're doing.
Honestly, I think they've picked up on me being gay and are being homophobic.
Oh well... what do you think?
I masturbated several times a week and I'm not the type to masturbate. I told my parents I wasn't well, even though this wasn't true.
At the same time, I struggled with severe acne. I felt gross.
My dream was to be an exchange student abroad, but my parents would only let me go if I went to China. I wanted to go to Iceland. My exchange year never happened, something I continue to mourn up to this day.
After high school I tried to run away to Asia twice but came back both times.
At 22, I had laser skin treatment in an effort to get rid of my acne. It worked but left my skin dry and aged which upset me. It shouldn't have, it's better than being gross and having greasy skin.
At 24, I checked myself into a psychiatric ward.
I ended up peeing and shitting on a stairwell. It was when I was sent home from the hospital and no one was home. I was confused and it was late in the evening, so I stayed on the stairwell the whole night.
I never told anyone about my accident, it having happened on a ledge-thing with no doors. I feel so sorry for the person who had to clean it up.
My parents handed me over to the authorities and they gave me an apartment in a suburb where I've lived for the past three years. Psychiatry is a major cause of my anxiety. I was diagnosed with schizophrenia which I don't contest but I hate them. They don't listen and they don't seem to know what they're doing.
Honestly, I think they've picked up on me being gay and are being homophobic.
Oh well... what do you think?
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