When I was younger I did okay with women, like before the proverbial cheese really slid off my cracker and i stacked on 80kgs or whatever. I couldn’t relax enough intimately to experience pleasure or lose myself in the moment because I was dissociated. Because I had identity disturbance and burnout to breakdown point baked into what remained of my pulverized nerves. I couldn’t get past myself to be myself or give of myself.
What do you do? I had to accept it wasn’t going to happen until I got those issues sorted out. Oh and the secure attachment stuff jesus wept. I got the EMDR and everyone is like, why are you out of your hole lol. Get back down there, worm *stomps head*
At any rate: amost 50, unenlightened, untutored, unwed . . .TAH DAH *waves arms out wide, grifter’s overconfidence grin*
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