30 year old Virgin with Anxiety
Posted: November 20th, 2015, 5:13 pm
I have had some recent things happen that I really needed to put down here to try to exam whats going on with me. I'm a 30 year old virgin and have pretty intense social/sex anxiety. The furthest I've gotten with a women is making out and haven't ever had a women touch my penis nor I her vagina. I attribute my current situation to a few things.
1.) I have a pretty ingrained sexual fetish of macrophilia which is being turned on by women of godzilla like proportions. I have had this fetish ever since I was a young boy and thanks to the internet I found out pretty quick I wasn't alone in that regard. This however has led to a sort of self fulfilling prophecy that I wont be able to get an erection when the time comes. I've had multiple encounters with gorgeous women throughout my early twenties with some nice make out sessions but never made it any further. I either saw their lack of interest later on and stopped pursuing them or vice versa.
2.) I'm pretty sure I have some sort of underlying mental illness with anxiety and occasional delusions. Back in my late teens and early twenties I smoked pot heavily and used numerous psychedelics from mushrooms, DXM, LSD, MDMA. I had a friend who once a week we would chug ungodly amounts of cough syrup to get the ketamine/pcp like high from it. I did this until eventually my brain had enough. One night while working the night shift I began having delusions I was talking to my friend telepathically. I can't remember much of what I was thinking back then as this was back in 2005. I do remember telling my coworkers I have to go home and take a shower and left in the middle of my shift. I got in my SUV and headed home. The last few things I remember were hearing "faster" and pushing the gas pedal to the floor and then being woken up by firefighters using the jaws of life to pry open the SUV to get me out. I had plowed into a random persons home after flipping the SUV multiple times. I woke next in the ER with pipes going down my throte and my parents and a couple co-workers sitting around me. I had broken some ribs, punctured a lung and broke 2 vertebrae and an ear they had to reattach. I told my parents everything and I spoke with a person possibly a psychiatrist about what had happened. They deemed it a psychotic break or something I really don't remember but I wasn't forced into psych treatment. I made a full physical recovery however mentally I know its a very different story. I was a 10-12 beer a night functional alcoholic for the next 7 years when I just quit cold turkey in May of 2015. However in September this year I don't know why but I relapsed and got high on cough syrup again. I did it a few more times and eventually had a trip so fucked up I had to call my mother to pick me up and talk me down. This was about a month ago and I really don't want to do any more drugs or drinking my brain is just too fucking fried.
3.) I have severe social or specifically sexual anxiety. I am ok at talking to people I can be witty and hold a conversation quite well. However after being so isolated for the past decade I've being very anxious about physical and specifically intimate contact. I recently got the dating/hookup app tinder and thought it would be an easy non committal way of dipping my toe into meeting new people. It actually worked quite well. The past month I've been on a few dates that went well. Some were one off "Well that was nice" and never spoke with them again and a couple have gotten more intimate. Specifically the most recent one. I met an amazing woman who I'm kind of falling for. Shes a 3rd year medical student, incredibly beautiful smart extroverted world traveler. I even was able to come clear to her about being a virgin still and she was super cool about it. She said she had thought there weren't any nice guys left and said I was like a unicorn. I really really would like to pursue a relationship with her but I have a serious case of impostor syndrome and inadequacy when she describes her friend filled world traveling life and I struggle just to make conversation. Last night though things got strange, she smokes pot which I'm not opposed to and I made the mistake of having some. I took one big hit and held it in. I ended up getting so high I was shivering like it was freezing in her room under the covers. She seemed sympathetic that I had gotten too high and we just relaxed and watched a show on netflix. The next hour I laid there with a beautiful women who I would love to open up to completely silent while I got delusions of reference from the show we decided to binge watch.... I eventually snapped out of it and made a quick exit after a nice goodnight kiss. I apologized to her for turning into a statue that night and she seemed to be sympathetic. Even though she has made plans to possibly get together this weekend I'm positive I've completely blown it.
Today I decided to finally call the Employee Assistance Program that my mom has through her work to get counseling/therapy. Turns out I will get 6 free sessions with whichever person I can get the appointments with. The person working the phone asked what my situation was and I immediately started weeping. I explained the gist of things while choking back tears and I'm tearing up again.. I really want help, I really want to love and be loved. I hope this all can turn around and I can scrape together some semblance of a normal life. Thanks for reading if you have.
Love, One
1.) I have a pretty ingrained sexual fetish of macrophilia which is being turned on by women of godzilla like proportions. I have had this fetish ever since I was a young boy and thanks to the internet I found out pretty quick I wasn't alone in that regard. This however has led to a sort of self fulfilling prophecy that I wont be able to get an erection when the time comes. I've had multiple encounters with gorgeous women throughout my early twenties with some nice make out sessions but never made it any further. I either saw their lack of interest later on and stopped pursuing them or vice versa.
2.) I'm pretty sure I have some sort of underlying mental illness with anxiety and occasional delusions. Back in my late teens and early twenties I smoked pot heavily and used numerous psychedelics from mushrooms, DXM, LSD, MDMA. I had a friend who once a week we would chug ungodly amounts of cough syrup to get the ketamine/pcp like high from it. I did this until eventually my brain had enough. One night while working the night shift I began having delusions I was talking to my friend telepathically. I can't remember much of what I was thinking back then as this was back in 2005. I do remember telling my coworkers I have to go home and take a shower and left in the middle of my shift. I got in my SUV and headed home. The last few things I remember were hearing "faster" and pushing the gas pedal to the floor and then being woken up by firefighters using the jaws of life to pry open the SUV to get me out. I had plowed into a random persons home after flipping the SUV multiple times. I woke next in the ER with pipes going down my throte and my parents and a couple co-workers sitting around me. I had broken some ribs, punctured a lung and broke 2 vertebrae and an ear they had to reattach. I told my parents everything and I spoke with a person possibly a psychiatrist about what had happened. They deemed it a psychotic break or something I really don't remember but I wasn't forced into psych treatment. I made a full physical recovery however mentally I know its a very different story. I was a 10-12 beer a night functional alcoholic for the next 7 years when I just quit cold turkey in May of 2015. However in September this year I don't know why but I relapsed and got high on cough syrup again. I did it a few more times and eventually had a trip so fucked up I had to call my mother to pick me up and talk me down. This was about a month ago and I really don't want to do any more drugs or drinking my brain is just too fucking fried.
3.) I have severe social or specifically sexual anxiety. I am ok at talking to people I can be witty and hold a conversation quite well. However after being so isolated for the past decade I've being very anxious about physical and specifically intimate contact. I recently got the dating/hookup app tinder and thought it would be an easy non committal way of dipping my toe into meeting new people. It actually worked quite well. The past month I've been on a few dates that went well. Some were one off "Well that was nice" and never spoke with them again and a couple have gotten more intimate. Specifically the most recent one. I met an amazing woman who I'm kind of falling for. Shes a 3rd year medical student, incredibly beautiful smart extroverted world traveler. I even was able to come clear to her about being a virgin still and she was super cool about it. She said she had thought there weren't any nice guys left and said I was like a unicorn. I really really would like to pursue a relationship with her but I have a serious case of impostor syndrome and inadequacy when she describes her friend filled world traveling life and I struggle just to make conversation. Last night though things got strange, she smokes pot which I'm not opposed to and I made the mistake of having some. I took one big hit and held it in. I ended up getting so high I was shivering like it was freezing in her room under the covers. She seemed sympathetic that I had gotten too high and we just relaxed and watched a show on netflix. The next hour I laid there with a beautiful women who I would love to open up to completely silent while I got delusions of reference from the show we decided to binge watch.... I eventually snapped out of it and made a quick exit after a nice goodnight kiss. I apologized to her for turning into a statue that night and she seemed to be sympathetic. Even though she has made plans to possibly get together this weekend I'm positive I've completely blown it.
Today I decided to finally call the Employee Assistance Program that my mom has through her work to get counseling/therapy. Turns out I will get 6 free sessions with whichever person I can get the appointments with. The person working the phone asked what my situation was and I immediately started weeping. I explained the gist of things while choking back tears and I'm tearing up again.. I really want help, I really want to love and be loved. I hope this all can turn around and I can scrape together some semblance of a normal life. Thanks for reading if you have.
Love, One