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1. We had a teacher unwrap a piece of candy and pass it around the room. The last person was asked if they would eat the candy after everyone had touched it. This was meant to symbolize purity or some shit but was foiled when my friend ate the candy lmao
An immediate family member last year was diagnosed with bronchiolitis obliterans (popcorn lungs) with an unknown cause to it. It is something that is not curable. As someone who was a daily part of my life it was hard to watch the condition progress.
His condition progressively got worse and he was transferred to a palativcare physicality a couple of weeks ago. He wasn’t happy living the way he was living and slowly dying. The doctors discussed with him the option of assisted death… something he did not know about, and myself I thought was still not finalized in Canada yet, so it was a surprise to hear this.
The sun rises over a clear blue sky, marking the beginning of a beautiful Saturday morning. Six hours later, I wake up in my room with terrible breath and a bit of a headache. The images of last night are still fresh in my memory. My group of friends met this nice group of girls at the club, and one of my friends hit it off with one of the girls. Me, I did not even try, as usual. Always too shy. Too scared to face rejection and too insecure to picture any other outcome. The memory of the night leaves me horny and feeling bad about myself: a perfect combination for watching porn.
It’s 4:25 pm when my parents leave the house.
There’s a whole generation of us who remember the lost art of watching scrambled TV channels—squinting at a mess of warped colors and static, trying to piece together fragments of forbidden content like amateur cryptographers. It was the 90s, and sneaking a glimpse of the Spice Channel felt like the closest thing to breaking into Fort Knox, except instead of gold bars, you were hoping to see a knee, or—if the universe was truly merciful—a fleeting glimpse of a boob.
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1. Absolute hell. I was in solitary for 3 days as a 15 year old, which is nothing in a world where adult prisoners can spend a month or more in there. No clothes, no books, a steel bed and the room was kept very very cold. I was allowed a bible for 1 hour a day. The rest of my time was spent staring at the wall.
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I am a low libido male and I have struggled with dead bedrooms for about 15 years now.
I have taken loads and loads of abuse because of it over the past 15 years. I’ve had past girlfriends physical hit me because it made them feel so bad. I’ve had girls verbally abuse me. I had a girl cheat on me out of spite and another girl threaten me constantly that she will cheat as a way to get me to sleep with her. I had girls tell their entire family and friends that I’m a homosexual because of my lack of sex drive.
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What pushed you to do it?
A lot. Losing my girlfriend, the savings account we worked at for years, the business we created. Just exacerbated my anxiety and depression.
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How long were you a cult member, and what was the organization like?
I was brainwashed for a little under a decade. It was a small but fervent, insular organization led by a very charismatic, psychologically imbalanced “prophet.” His message was simple, but convincing: That our only responsibility was to love each other and the rest would fall into place. Not a difficult mantra to embrace! Contact with the outside world was prohibited, but once I was fully indoctrinated I wasn’t even interested in the outside world. I wanted to stay pure and radiate love like my brothers and sisters.
I have been up to 800 pounds. I lost back down to 500, and then now I’m back up to 750. I am also 6’2” and pretty independent. I live alone.
This is going to be a pretty in depth explanation and I’ll be called a fat cunt or some shit, but it’s what I expect from the Internet?
I’ve never been bed bound or had to have help with hygiene. I do it myself. How do I do it? I’ll tell you.
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I don’t know how to qualify the way I viewed myself. Days I knew I was too thin and others where I viewed myself as in need of losing weight. Small things, skin roll when sitting, bloating, skin pinching, that made me obsessed over every ounce of fat.
I don’t think I viewed myself as fat or obese, necessarily. I was aware and unaware of being thin. I knew my ribs sticked, I knew I looked I’ll. But the need, the will, the absolute triumph I felt when my weight dropped trumped everything else. This feeling mattered more to me than the consequences, I felt important, I felt good and in control.
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