I've been addicted since I was nine.
I have done and seen horrible things.
ive had impulsive thoughts for as long as I can remember, and since trying to abstain from content ive only been thinking bout them more. not only in a sexual context. i look at people i dont know and there is a voice in my head that says hurtful and horrible things to them, about them- sometimes i get faint visions of things occurring and i have to hit myself and shake my head or close my eyes to get rid of them. it never lasts for long.
i don't want to be this way. i am a monster and its all my fault.
I have seen almost everything that there is (never. ever. children.) including non-humans- oftentimes animated or anthro but I regretfully admit there was a handful of times where morbid curiosity got the best of me and I could not get myself out of a spiral. they were real, horrific videos. i to this day cannot believe they were real. a screen makes you feel so disconnected from reality happening on the other side of the glass that its easy to desensitize yourself.
I acted on the latter half once. I was twelve. Thankfully, no creatures were harmed in any way. i live in guilt and shame every day that i even decided to pursue something of that disgusting nature. i was so young. but- right is right and wrong is wrong. am i allowed to forgive myself?
today i told my mother and my girlfriend- everything except for the previous statement. i don't think i can admit that to anyone but a therapist.
i feel lost- disgusted, and most of all- suicidal. i thought that i could recover and deal with these thoughts on my own, but i cant, and i reached out for help which is good- but this will follow me everywhere. this is a drug, a high, and its an addiction that makes me want to leave this plane.
addiction runs on both sides of my family- i was into sh and drugs in my early teens- but stopping those was easy. i think i know why- i had this. i thought i could be better than my weak alcoholic uncles or nicotine addicted father but here i am.
my mother assured me everything would be alright, but my girlfriend cried. a lot.
we are still together, and she insists she wants to see me recover and get better because this isnt me, but what if it is?
she is the love of my life. we are young but from what i understand about romance and relationships- i want to marry her. she held my hand and stayed by my side the entire time i spoke- through whispers and sobs. she wants to go into animal care. it would be easier to feel better if someone stabbed me in the neck. though, i understand maybe im not allowed to or supposed to feel better. ive always had trouble fully comprehending positive emotions like love or admiration- union like friendship and its expectations- and if i am really myself. sometimes it feels like im pretending even though im being genuine- like im a shell of myself. unrelated- sorry.
my best friends' dad growing up was a pedo- i wasn't allowed to go over to their house anymore after he had things on his computer and my friend was upstairs with a neighbor. we were 9-10. maybe that is what started everything? maybe something happened? my dad is semi convinced he touched me but i don't remember a hint of anything. (im ftm)
i thought i understood how wrong it was. i have faint memories of being on my moms computer- googling your basic phrases.
it was a thrill- doing something you knew you weren't supposed to- and the physical satisfaction that came with it? in theory it was harmless. until it wasn't
I'm eighteen now.
it got bad, really really bad. like i said ive seen almost everything. i feel like i should be in jail, or in a ward or something- like I've been lying to everyone i know because i kept this dark corner hidden in hopes i could get the chore over with and forget it ever happened- but its literally bleeding into my day to day life. intrusive thoughts of almost every nature, all the time. i don't want them. i don't want to be like this. but its so easy to get it over with than try and struggle against the emotional and mental turmoil. but its not right.
my question to recoverees and those in the process is: how do you let yourself/make yourself feel like a good person again?
this all feels unforgiveable. my life feels over before it even began. god forbid i tried to take care of everything myself- id be struggling for years to come. i cant do this alone but i am so ashamed to admit half of anything.
this doesn't feel like who i am. this doesn't feel like me but it was my actions that led me here from so young. i know i can change but i don't know if i will ever feel right again. i pray often that this is ocd, or maybe i was traumatized- something to make the blow of reality easier- but here i sit at my computer, tipsy, trying to forget again.
i feel like i should be punished. do i punish myself?
advice?