09-23-2014, 04:42 AM
So I wasn't too sure which section to post my request for help in but seeing as it's going to cover a multiple of topics I thought this would be the best as it generally covers everything... Right?
So where do I begin.. This is probably one of the hardest things I have ever had to write... I don't actually know what or how to write all this... Just going to wing it.
SO!! As the thread title suggests, I am indeed a virgin. Yes I am 24 years old, a lot of people seem to be shocked at this when I tell them. I guess thats just how our generation is.
Now my advice I am asking for isn't your generic topic about sex, with questions like "Is my first time going to hurt?" "What should I eat before I have sex?" Yadda yadda yadda, so don't worry haha. I have already googled about all of that and asked advice for about stuff like this already so I am pretty much okay with that stuff...
Okay so the first thing I'd like to ask is how important is sex to you when you start seeing someone?
I myself have ever been in one relationship, and that was when I was 18. We were both virgins, which is why I think it worked. though it ended up ending badly because eventually he was ready for sex, which I still wasn't.
So that was the end of that... fast forward a bunch of years, I'm now 24, still single after dating loads of different men, and still a virgin. All the guys I have dated I tend to mention about my virginity and everyone has been pretty cool about this, like I said earlier they are usually shocked, but cool about it.
The thing is, as I am getting to know a guy (especially recently) I will tell them I am a virgin and that I want to take things slow. Some flee right away at this, which is fair enough if they want something more sexual then go for it. But a lot of the others seem to ~look over this~ and this assume I am going to put out right away. Some will even ask me to put out before we even to go on a date.
Now I'm just wondering is this actually like really really normal? Is there no one out there who is willing to take it slow or anything? Am I going to have to put myself out there and have sex just to be able to have a relationship with someone?
Because if it' is like that I am scared I will never be able to make a strong connection with someone. That I am going to keep living this same stupid ridiculous life all alone till the day I die. All because I am freaking terrified about having sex. The fear I have about this is unbearable.
Now I will talk about something that I find really really really heavy. It is something I have only ever spoken to one other person about and she's only able to help me to a certain extent.
So the root of everything that is going on with me now dates back to a long time ago. To when I was a kid. I can't remember my age but I was old enough to remember what was happening, but not old enough to understand what was happening.
So when I was kid and my family moved to the uk (I'm originally from India) my dad took a job as a security guard and my mum stayed at home looking after me. After a little while my mum then decided to work and she also took a night time job. Then they were left with a problem, who was going to look after me? that's where uncle P comes in. Uncle P was my dads boss at work and a close family friend. Hence why he's "Uncle P" even though we weren't blood related.
Uncle P was an awesome guy. Like something out of a book. He lived just out of town with his wife (Aunty K) with two border collies, a parrot, a horse and a pair of squirrels. He had tons of acres of farmland at the back of his house and a woodland close by.
Whenever both my parents were working at nights I would stay with Uncle P and Aunty K. Staying there was like an adventure. I would help Uncle P out on the farm feeding the animals, he taught me how to fish and so many other things and then at the end of the day we would go home to an amazing cooked meal that Aunty K slaved away all day to make with my sister. We'd spent so much time there they eventually set up their two spare bedrooms into our own rooms. My was decked out like mad, the shelves were filled with books, they got me a treasure chest filled with toys and everything. The place was a dream, I prefered it to my own home.
Everything was amazing and we had this routine for a while and then my sister decided to stay with her friends instead or at home on her own. I carried on staying with Uncle P. And I think that was when things started to turn.... into a nightmare.
Now this is the hard part to write... I don't know exactly when things happened but after a lot of therapy (the women I mentioned before) I have started to be able to remember more... Or I should say accepting more. It has always been there, at the back of my head but I have never truly accepted it. Though I have been told accepting it will be the first step in moving forwards. I don't know.
Ok... I tired to write what happened but I can't. I have been sitting here for about 50 minutes trying to write it but I can't.. I just don't know...I'm sorry. I just hope you can assume what happened from what I have said and can still help me and help in anyway. Because I am seriously at my wits end now... I really don't know what to do anymore and I just want to be able to move forwards with my life but I don't know what to do.
I want to find a man, I want to start a relationship I want to settle down I want to have sex and I just... I want to be able to make someone happy. But I can't and I don't know what to do about it.
I've been trying to find someone who is able to take it slow but I can't, it's like i'm asking the impossible. I don't even know if I should mention about my past. I never have and I don't know if mentioning it would help or not... If anything it would scary off the guys who really just want sex I guess. But how do I go about mentioning something like that... and saying that I see a lot of guys saying they don't want to date a guy with a lot of baggage... and I have a lot...
I just don't know what to do anymore. My therapist can't tell me what to do but she tells me to just take my time and don't force myself into anything I don't want to do. I already know that and I am doing that but... I'm just getting nowhere.
If any of you have any help or advice you can give me I am more than happy to listen to it. Anything will be beneficial to me right now... I am really getting desperate and I really just don't know how I can live on like this,
If you read all the way down to here, sorry about the huge wall of text but thank you so much for reading it all. It really means a lot.
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So where do I begin.. This is probably one of the hardest things I have ever had to write... I don't actually know what or how to write all this... Just going to wing it.
SO!! As the thread title suggests, I am indeed a virgin. Yes I am 24 years old, a lot of people seem to be shocked at this when I tell them. I guess thats just how our generation is.
Now my advice I am asking for isn't your generic topic about sex, with questions like "Is my first time going to hurt?" "What should I eat before I have sex?" Yadda yadda yadda, so don't worry haha. I have already googled about all of that and asked advice for about stuff like this already so I am pretty much okay with that stuff...
Okay so the first thing I'd like to ask is how important is sex to you when you start seeing someone?
I myself have ever been in one relationship, and that was when I was 18. We were both virgins, which is why I think it worked. though it ended up ending badly because eventually he was ready for sex, which I still wasn't.
So that was the end of that... fast forward a bunch of years, I'm now 24, still single after dating loads of different men, and still a virgin. All the guys I have dated I tend to mention about my virginity and everyone has been pretty cool about this, like I said earlier they are usually shocked, but cool about it.
The thing is, as I am getting to know a guy (especially recently) I will tell them I am a virgin and that I want to take things slow. Some flee right away at this, which is fair enough if they want something more sexual then go for it. But a lot of the others seem to ~look over this~ and this assume I am going to put out right away. Some will even ask me to put out before we even to go on a date.
Now I'm just wondering is this actually like really really normal? Is there no one out there who is willing to take it slow or anything? Am I going to have to put myself out there and have sex just to be able to have a relationship with someone?
Because if it' is like that I am scared I will never be able to make a strong connection with someone. That I am going to keep living this same stupid ridiculous life all alone till the day I die. All because I am freaking terrified about having sex. The fear I have about this is unbearable.
Now I will talk about something that I find really really really heavy. It is something I have only ever spoken to one other person about and she's only able to help me to a certain extent.
So the root of everything that is going on with me now dates back to a long time ago. To when I was a kid. I can't remember my age but I was old enough to remember what was happening, but not old enough to understand what was happening.
So when I was kid and my family moved to the uk (I'm originally from India) my dad took a job as a security guard and my mum stayed at home looking after me. After a little while my mum then decided to work and she also took a night time job. Then they were left with a problem, who was going to look after me? that's where uncle P comes in. Uncle P was my dads boss at work and a close family friend. Hence why he's "Uncle P" even though we weren't blood related.
Uncle P was an awesome guy. Like something out of a book. He lived just out of town with his wife (Aunty K) with two border collies, a parrot, a horse and a pair of squirrels. He had tons of acres of farmland at the back of his house and a woodland close by.
Whenever both my parents were working at nights I would stay with Uncle P and Aunty K. Staying there was like an adventure. I would help Uncle P out on the farm feeding the animals, he taught me how to fish and so many other things and then at the end of the day we would go home to an amazing cooked meal that Aunty K slaved away all day to make with my sister. We'd spent so much time there they eventually set up their two spare bedrooms into our own rooms. My was decked out like mad, the shelves were filled with books, they got me a treasure chest filled with toys and everything. The place was a dream, I prefered it to my own home.
Everything was amazing and we had this routine for a while and then my sister decided to stay with her friends instead or at home on her own. I carried on staying with Uncle P. And I think that was when things started to turn.... into a nightmare.
Now this is the hard part to write... I don't know exactly when things happened but after a lot of therapy (the women I mentioned before) I have started to be able to remember more... Or I should say accepting more. It has always been there, at the back of my head but I have never truly accepted it. Though I have been told accepting it will be the first step in moving forwards. I don't know.
Ok... I tired to write what happened but I can't. I have been sitting here for about 50 minutes trying to write it but I can't.. I just don't know...I'm sorry. I just hope you can assume what happened from what I have said and can still help me and help in anyway. Because I am seriously at my wits end now... I really don't know what to do anymore and I just want to be able to move forwards with my life but I don't know what to do.
I want to find a man, I want to start a relationship I want to settle down I want to have sex and I just... I want to be able to make someone happy. But I can't and I don't know what to do about it.
I've been trying to find someone who is able to take it slow but I can't, it's like i'm asking the impossible. I don't even know if I should mention about my past. I never have and I don't know if mentioning it would help or not... If anything it would scary off the guys who really just want sex I guess. But how do I go about mentioning something like that... and saying that I see a lot of guys saying they don't want to date a guy with a lot of baggage... and I have a lot...
I just don't know what to do anymore. My therapist can't tell me what to do but she tells me to just take my time and don't force myself into anything I don't want to do. I already know that and I am doing that but... I'm just getting nowhere.
If any of you have any help or advice you can give me I am more than happy to listen to it. Anything will be beneficial to me right now... I am really getting desperate and I really just don't know how I can live on like this,
If you read all the way down to here, sorry about the huge wall of text but thank you so much for reading it all. It really means a lot.
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