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snowbunny343
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Let me start off by saying that I have never been to a Catholic Church nor have I in the house I live in had the opportunity to really go to any Church or engage in any religion - I do however believe in God, though my knowledge of Him is limited. I know this would be my fault as we live in the age of computers and surely I could locate some bible online. Anyway, I suppose I will try to organize everything I am feeling in a way that makes sense.
Please note that I am by no means justifying/saying anything I’m typing is right/okay/normal - in fact, it is quite the opposite. I realize how horrible everything I’ve done has been and how terrible of a person I’ve been. I REALIZE MY ACTIONS HAVE BEEN WRONG/INCREDIBLY STUPID. I am a seventeen year old female, this sequence of events starts when I was fifteen or perhaps a little before the age of fifteen. At the age of fifteen I was just getting out of a two year relationship with a man (I say man because the individual was eighteen years of age.) whom I should have never been speaking with/talking to. We will call him R.
(Before I continue, I must point out the fact that I did not understand at all at the time the things I was doing - I know this makes it no better and it isn’t an excuse, I just need to point this out for things I am going to type later to make sense.) R was obviously above my majority level or at least had more understanding than I did - R was a grown-man and as many grown men do had “needs” of the sexual nature. I was thirteen-fifteen throughout my time with R and incredibly uncomfortable with ANYTHING sexual.
Talking about/thinking about/hearing about sex made me literally nauseous, I wanted nothing to do with it and quite honestly, did not understand it or have any desire for anything sexual. What I did have a desire for was attention and love. Because of my desire for a companion and for someone to care for me I made several stupid decisions - to make a long story short, I took photographs in my bra and in tight-fitting shirts with cleavage. I had not thought to take them initially, R had suggested I take them for him and I foolishly wanting to win them over, did.
As I grew older throughout that year I realized how manipulative R was, and when he said “You realize we’re not actually together right?” I had, had enough and with a guilty heart swore to never talk to him again, made sure I didn’t have the opportunity to come in contact with him again. (I should probably mention now that I had met this person online . . . in case I forgot to mention this.) The whole jist I am trying to get out of this is that after this incident it took me pretty much up 'till a few months ago to forgive myself and believe that God could forgive me for the sins I had committed.
Going on, not long after I had met someone who we will call G. G and I’s life stories were nearly identical. We both suffered emotionally abusive/neglectful parents, many of the same traumas/fears, and we nearly emotionally identical. Throughout the course of two years we had gotten to know each other more and more and fell in love. (And yes . . . I know I have made the same mistakes again here - G is five years older than me and lives miles away.) I stupidly agreed to take pictures for G, honestly thinking I was going to marry this man someday.
This time however it was much worse - I have taken literally hundreds of naked pictures for this man in the nude and also, as ashamed as I am to admit it, masturbated on webcam for him. I felt very guilty for taking this pictures/doing these things at first, but I assured myself that since I loved him that it was okay and eventually I had come to almost enjoy it, mostly because it made him happy and seemed the only way to feel closer when we were so far apart. Recently our relationship is taking a tumble - I do not make him happy anymore, though he will not admit as much, it is very clear. Though I do not want to be with any other person and certainly have no desire to date anyone, I can no longer see us ending up happy together - though I can’t imagine myself being happy with anyone else, and really am just wishing I could be alone with God very often now.
Now I realize how terrible these sins I have committed are. I’m not sure what advice I am looking for or what I am looking to hear through all this - I will be eighteen soon and am going through all these huge turning points in my life and I am hating myself at the moment. I hate myself for all the things I’ve done. I feel like such a terrible, filthy, useless creature that doesn’t deserve anyone, let alone God’s love or forgiveness. Even if I was able to be forgiven, I feel like it does not erase the horrible person I have become or the horrible things I’ve done - I just want to be someone else. I don’t know what to do. I feel lost.
Please note that I am by no means justifying/saying anything I’m typing is right/okay/normal - in fact, it is quite the opposite. I realize how horrible everything I’ve done has been and how terrible of a person I’ve been. I REALIZE MY ACTIONS HAVE BEEN WRONG/INCREDIBLY STUPID. I am a seventeen year old female, this sequence of events starts when I was fifteen or perhaps a little before the age of fifteen. At the age of fifteen I was just getting out of a two year relationship with a man (I say man because the individual was eighteen years of age.) whom I should have never been speaking with/talking to. We will call him R.
(Before I continue, I must point out the fact that I did not understand at all at the time the things I was doing - I know this makes it no better and it isn’t an excuse, I just need to point this out for things I am going to type later to make sense.) R was obviously above my majority level or at least had more understanding than I did - R was a grown-man and as many grown men do had “needs” of the sexual nature. I was thirteen-fifteen throughout my time with R and incredibly uncomfortable with ANYTHING sexual.
Talking about/thinking about/hearing about sex made me literally nauseous, I wanted nothing to do with it and quite honestly, did not understand it or have any desire for anything sexual. What I did have a desire for was attention and love. Because of my desire for a companion and for someone to care for me I made several stupid decisions - to make a long story short, I took photographs in my bra and in tight-fitting shirts with cleavage. I had not thought to take them initially, R had suggested I take them for him and I foolishly wanting to win them over, did.
As I grew older throughout that year I realized how manipulative R was, and when he said “You realize we’re not actually together right?” I had, had enough and with a guilty heart swore to never talk to him again, made sure I didn’t have the opportunity to come in contact with him again. (I should probably mention now that I had met this person online . . . in case I forgot to mention this.) The whole jist I am trying to get out of this is that after this incident it took me pretty much up 'till a few months ago to forgive myself and believe that God could forgive me for the sins I had committed.
Going on, not long after I had met someone who we will call G. G and I’s life stories were nearly identical. We both suffered emotionally abusive/neglectful parents, many of the same traumas/fears, and we nearly emotionally identical. Throughout the course of two years we had gotten to know each other more and more and fell in love. (And yes . . . I know I have made the same mistakes again here - G is five years older than me and lives miles away.) I stupidly agreed to take pictures for G, honestly thinking I was going to marry this man someday.
This time however it was much worse - I have taken literally hundreds of naked pictures for this man in the nude and also, as ashamed as I am to admit it, masturbated on webcam for him. I felt very guilty for taking this pictures/doing these things at first, but I assured myself that since I loved him that it was okay and eventually I had come to almost enjoy it, mostly because it made him happy and seemed the only way to feel closer when we were so far apart. Recently our relationship is taking a tumble - I do not make him happy anymore, though he will not admit as much, it is very clear. Though I do not want to be with any other person and certainly have no desire to date anyone, I can no longer see us ending up happy together - though I can’t imagine myself being happy with anyone else, and really am just wishing I could be alone with God very often now.
Now I realize how terrible these sins I have committed are. I’m not sure what advice I am looking for or what I am looking to hear through all this - I will be eighteen soon and am going through all these huge turning points in my life and I am hating myself at the moment. I hate myself for all the things I’ve done. I feel like such a terrible, filthy, useless creature that doesn’t deserve anyone, let alone God’s love or forgiveness. Even if I was able to be forgiven, I feel like it does not erase the horrible person I have become or the horrible things I’ve done - I just want to be someone else. I don’t know what to do. I feel lost.