Life Experiences

A Few First Hand Accounts Of Different Life Experiences

June 27, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |

What is it like to be a Hikikomori?

The Japanese term hikikomori refers to people who avoid personal or social contact and live in self-imposed isolation for an extended period—six months or longer, as defined by the Ministry of Health, Labor, and Welfare. The same term refers to the phenomenon of social withdrawal exhibited by these individuals. The recluses commonly live at home with their parents, holed up in their bedrooms, neither supporting themselves financially nor functioning independently.

I was 16 when I dropped out of public school to finish up online. That is when my prolonged bouts of social isolation started. I had friends, but these friends were people I abused drugs with (to cope with our life circumstances), as they weren’t socially adapted like most people our age.

As time went on I ended up cutting off all contact with them and haven’t contacted them since age 18. I haven’t had a social outing in 5 years. It’s liberating but embarrassing at the same time to be saying that.

I moved out a few days after I turned 18 into an apartment paid for by my parents. I’ve been here in this 2 bed apartment for 5 years. I can go months without leaving my apartment.


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What’s It Like To Go Crazy

June 18, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |

I went mad once. I even was institutionalized and put under antipsychotics. I was conscious of it, at first, I guess it was because I’m introverted. I noticed my mind was working awkwardly, logical actions started to seem illogical. Things like Why am I stuck in this line when I could just walk over that table and get to the door?. Another symptom was that the stress was gone, things that normally worried me wouldn’t cause me anxiety. I felt so light, so good, so confident, full of energy (and I haven’t been sleeping well lately), and colors looked brighter. I’m a pretty shy person, but in that time I could talk to anyone of anything without feeling uncomfortable. I was concerned about this changes, so I told my parents that I believed I was going crazy. They told me that there was no way that I was crazy, because crazy people don’t know they are crazy. They told me that my extraversion was a sign of maturity.

Days passed and the symptoms worsened, I stopped sleeping because I found it unnecessary, and not only I kept questioning normality, but also I started questioning reality. If reality is just stimuli interpreted by my brain, then does objetivity actually exists? what is the difference between a dream and reality if both are dependent on the brain? what if reality is just like a non-lucid dream, what if it just had turned lucid, and now I’m able to control it? Maybe that is what people call awakening, maybe that is what people call enlightening, they got it all wrong!. And I googled it, and people talked about life being a dream, and it reinforced my theory.

And then I became a god.


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What Does It Feels Like To Parachute From Space

June 14, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |

By Joe Kittinger, 74, retired Air Force test pilot, who formerly held the world parachuting record, 102,800 feet, since 1960

I was in an area where no man had ever been before. I was in a gondola piloting a helium balloon nineteen miles above Earth. I was wearing a pressurized suit, carrying 330 pounds of equipment. You’re very confined. It’s 100 degrees below zero, but I had multiple layers of clothing, so I didn’t feel the cold too much.

Overhead it’s absolutely black. There’s no light whatsoever. And the transition from sky to space is so amazing; you just can’t believe the way the shades of blue blend together. It goes from sky blue to a deep, dark blue to black. It’s completely silent; you can’t hear anything. You can really only hear yourself breathing.

I was over the New Mexico desert and could see four hundred miles in every direction, but I wasn’t there to enjoy the aesthetics of it. I was very pleased to be leaving. The quicker I could get back, the better chance I had of living. I went through my checklist. There were about forty-six items, such as turning on the oxygen supply in my kit. Then I got up, stood at the door, hit the final switch, and jumped.


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Confessions Of A Dude Who Ate Part Of His Amputated Leg

June 13, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |


So my friends and I always had this joke, If you could try human flesh in an ethical and health way, would you. And we always said of course. Well the opportunity came up and I called them on it

What drugs made you decide that it was a good idea to do that?

The drugs were not a factor in the decision That being said, contemplating my death while tripping through space and time while on ketamine in the helicopter did change my outlook on life

You said you only invited people you knew well. Did that feel like an intimate thing? Having people eat you?

It really was. There were some people very dear to me there, who supported me through that time and who’s friendship I will cherish.


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What Does It Feel Like To Change Your Sex

June 7, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |

It was my tenth year of marriage when my wife caught me in the middle of the night, cross-dressing in another room. I was forty-two years old. We’d just had our first child. She was devastated.

Eventually my wife and I divorced, and I began to plan my transition, the first step prior to surgery. I wrote a letter and sent it to everyone at work. It was kind of confusing for them because they didn’t know how to address me anymore.

I lived almost a year as a woman before having the surgery. I’d had plenty of practice by that point, so I was probably better off than most transsexuals. It’s not like I looked like a man in a dress.

During transition, I started dating the man who’s now my husband. He actually came with me to the surgery, which I had in Thailand. The technical term is “penile inversion.” After waking up from surgery, you feel a good amount of pain, but not a horrific amount. You wake up and you have this big cast made of bandages. The cast is packed in, and when they start pulling it out, it’s not the most pleasant feeling in the world.


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Confessions Of A Prison Sex-Slave

June 6, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences, TRUTH |

Soon after coming to Allred prison in Texas, *** claimed me as his own. He told me I had two choices: I could submit, or I could die. Thus began my life as a prison sex slave.

What most people don’t understand is that rape in prison isn’t like it is on the outside. It’s not random or chaotic. It’s planned and methodical. It’s business. The gangs trade amongst themselves to determine who is going to be with whom. And other inmates didn’t dare touch me without clearing it first with my owner.

*** would rape me once, twice, sometimes three times a day. Then he would force me to clean his cell, make his bed, or cook food for him. Eventually he demanded that I have sex with his friends, who took to calling me “Coco.” When a different sex slave was badly beaten for refusing sex, he said the same thing would happen to me if I didn’t comply.


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What’s It Like To Be A Phone Sex Operator

June 4, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |

I’ve been a phone-sex operator since 2008 and I have never met anyone I work with, not even my boss.

I got a degree for a “regular” career, but when my car died I realized if I was going to pay my bills I had to find work I could do from home. My family had no money and public transport was abysmal. I saw an advertisement online. All you had to do was leave a message and based on how your voice sounds you got hired. If you’re creative and have the gift of gab, you’ll be good at this job.

I work at a desk from home and I have a headset that’s plugged into a landline (we can’t use cell phones) and that costs me about $50 each month. I have my computer on so I can reference any fetish I’ve never heard of.

The calls aren’t back-to-back, so I might do some housework or get coffee while I am waiting but I need to be in a room where I can shut the door for complete concentration. I have painted my nails during a call but most of the time I draw pictures or do some coloring. It relaxes me.


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What Was It Like To Be Executed In The 18th Century?

May 31, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences, TRUTH |

Account of the execution of Robert-François Damiens, a French domestic servant whose attempted assassination of King Louis XV of France in 1757. He was condemned to be burnt with hot lead, torn with pincers, and finally to be drawn and quartered. Recorded by an officer of the court:

“The sulphur was lit, but the flame was so poor that only the top skin of the hand was burnt, and that only slightly. Then the executioner, his sleeves rolled up, took the steel pincers, which had been especially made for the occasion, and which were about a foot and a half long, and pulled first at the calf of the right leg, then at the thigh, and from there at the two fleshy parts of the right arm; then at the breasts. Though a strong, sturdy fellow, this executioner found it so difficult to tear away the pieces of flesh that he set about the same spot two or three times, twisting the pincers as he did so, and what he took away formed at each part a wound about the size of a six-pound crown piece.

“After these tearings with the pincers, Damiens, who cried out profusely, though without swearing, raised his head and looked at himself; the same executioner dipped an iron spoon in the pot containing the boiling potion, which he poured liberally over each wound. Then the ropes that were to be harnessed to the horses were attached with cords to the patient’s body; the horses were then harnessed and placed alongside the arms and legs, one at each limb.


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What It’s Like To Get In A Prison Fight

May 24, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |

prison fight

A prison fight is nothing like the UFC or boxing. It’s straight-up bedlam. Anything that can happen, will happen. Locks in a sock, shanks and mop wringers are all game. You can’t get a fair fight, but you can get a square one. You just have to know the rules. And the rules vary.

The universal rule is that fighting is part of prison life. You either fight or lose everything. Heart checks are mandatory. It’s called being “on the count” and if you aren’t present, you’ll get checked into the hole by your own boys.

“Whenever you are going to do any type of fighting in a penal institution what rules you go by are determined by where you are at,” said Kevin Smith, a 47-year-old penitentiary veteran from Fort Worth, Texas who has done 10 years in federal institutions, three stints in the Texas Department of Corrections (TDC) and multiple stays in county jail for a variety of charges including meth distribution and manufacture, gun possession, conspiracy to rob a bank and assault.

The TDC is one of the more notorious prison systems in the country. They got a saying when you walk into a Texas prison, “You gotta fight, fuck or bust a 60.” The first two are self-explanatory, the third means paying someone off for protection.


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Confessions Of A North Korean Defector

May 23, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |

interview with a North Korean defector

What is North Korea like? Is it anything like the news stories we see on the television? Is it better or worse? 

There is so much focus in the western media about North Korea’s military and nuclear weapons. There is rarely any stories about average North Koreans, especially those that live outside the capital Pyongyang. Most North Koreans are ordinary people that want to live peaceful lives but the media makes it look like every North Korean wants to destroy America or South Korea.

Aall the news of North Korea is almost inconceivably dreadful. While I’m sure there is much misery in the country, can you tell us a story of a time when you or your family were genuinely happy? What sort of things bring joy to the average North Korean?

My fondest memories from North Korea revolve around my family. Everyday when my mom would come home she would give me a big hug and I loved that. I also have great memories of family talent shows where we would sign karaoke late into the night!

What was the part of the day you looked forward to most when you lived in North Korea?

Whenever I had something delicious to eat! I really looked forward to preparing the food and enjoying it with my family.


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