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I think I might have raped my boyfriend. I went off birth control and had the first ovulation of my entire life. I really enjoyed the increased libido but it got out of hand. Me and him were about to have sex and we agreed previously that because I was going off birth control he would wear a condom but honestly I hate how they feel and in the moment I really wanted to feel him naturally so I asked him not to wear a condom but he said no. So I said I wasn’t going to have sex with him unless he agreed to “just pull out before he came” (the fact that I was also giving him a handjob to make him too horny to think straight might have influenced his answer) he said yes after that and we started having sex. My first experience with ovulation sex was primal and empowering. I really enjoyed myself and didn’t worry about anything. It was a big cognitive relief to turn all the anxiety in my brain off and just feel good but it also made me impulsive (my friends call this being “cock drunk” lol) and while he was about to ejaculate something came over me. I really needed to feel his cum inside me and I wasn’t going to let him escape my grasp. To put it bluntly the cavewoman in me knew what she needed and that night she needed to mate with the man she loves. I felt like an animal, I leg locked him and grabbed his waist pinching him with my nails and even bit him on his shoulder not letting him deny me. It felt amazing but I still feel bad for letting my libido ignore his wishes. But if you look at what men do everyday to women this was hardly anything to gasp at. Afterwards he was done emptying his balls into my pussy (which felt even better than usual because of the ovulation) he cuddled with me but I could feel it in him that something was wrong. After recovering his stamina sat up on our bed and looked at me like he was conflicted. That’s was sort of an argument began about consent and how he’s never done anything like that to me and how now we might have to go buy abortion pills, etc etc. Eventually he got up and left. I’m embarrassed to ask my friends for advice about this and I don’t feel like a rapist I feel like I just got too excited. If I get pregnant I’ll just take some pills, money isn’t and issue for me and I dgaf about cramps because I’m a badass lol. I just wished my boyfriend would understand that I deal with a lot of stress everyday so if I slip up once he should know how important it is that I’m allowed to prioritize myself at least once every now and tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

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I look beautiful, but for 2026 lately there are a lot of anxieties in my life, like having to choose suitable clothes or beautiful makeup. I am mentally exhausted and stressed, confused about the appearance I want and how my friends always dress beautifully and use good makeup, also on social media, so I have to always look as perfect as possible so that I am not outdone by my friends and look perfect on social media you know times have changed

Curious if anyone else has been to the psych ward/ mental hospital. TBH i don't know the difference. I guess some sort of admission to a mental place.

Right now i have stayed for 4 weeks and have 3 more to go. Life before is such a blur. It's so nice that we are kept busy nearly the entire day with all different sorts of therapy. And that there is always someone checking in and available to talk if you need it. I'm going to miss the other patients so much though. In our free time we sit in the common area together, each doing our own thing, but it's nice being together with other people. We play games and talk to eachother. It's very special to see normally depressed people open up and laugh so much. I feel sad for them that they struggle so much…
Anyway, though i really love my fellow patients I'm also aware of how much we are just in a bubble and influencing each other. Being around so many people with problems can't be good either. You are who you surround yourself with and stuff. For me I've been influenced seeing the other people's scars to fall back into old habits. I want to hurt myself and now I do because it seems so normal and it's a way to get attention from staff and for them to take you serious. I know that's my own responsibility but yeah. On one hand its so good but also damaging. I often hear people banging their heads against the wall. When I first came it was just 1 person but now it's 3… I have a strong feeling the others might have also been brought on that idea because of it.

I wish we could live together and just play games together and stuff. its different from having normal roommates because there is already an unspoken closeness knowing youre both struggling and in it together i guess. sometimes i talk to my old friends about things happening in the ward and they find it so shocking but tbh it's just normal and more like a funny story to me. but i guess thats stuff being normalized in my head…

anyway curious if anyone else might be in one rn or has any experiences they'd like to share

I've never been pretty (maybe I never will). Even my family made (and still) jokes abt that, and as a child I belived it even if it was just a joke, since growing up there was no boy even wanting me and other girls made fun of me and never took me seriously as a friend. Only one men has touched me and it was my grandma's husband, I still feel gross, if I was unloveable already, that made me a fucking monster. But I can't let that go, what if that's the only time I can feel desired and will never happen again? I'm scared, I try to be skinnier by fasting and exercise, I don't have a coventional style (since I like visual kei and alt things in general) but I try to look pretty with it, but still nothing happens, I need some nice man to touch me and feel everything is okay, but until then, I'll only have the image of a old man licking me, and I'll never be able to forget that until I feel real love.

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I work part time, my boyfriend works full time. He works 8-5:30 everyday, I work anywheres from 7 and 8am - 3pm, 3pm-7pm, or even 12pm-6pm.
I am constantly afraid that I am going to be cheated on or he is going to watch porn. We have conversations about it, it’s never argumentative, and he has been profusely reassuring me.

I am simply just not sure I can shake that feeling in my stomach and chest entirely. It’s truly impacting my ability to function at work and my inability to be away from him while he is home alone.
Do I put something on his phone to monitor his browsing?? What conversation can I have to make this stop happening??

I’m at a loss, caused by my own insecurity.
I do not know what to do

title. basically all of my life ive been making shit up about myself and there hasnt been a single person in my life to whom i havent lied to excessively. i do this because i really hate myself and my life so i dissociate by inventing new lives and personas for myself. nobody knows the real me because ive lied so much. there are countless chunks of my identity that are entirely made up and it doesnt help that i tell everyone a different story. im too deep into these personas to stop or fess up. i compulsively lie about even the smallest things like what i had for dinner for example. its a lifelong pattern and i abandon everyone before they can figure out that i am full of shit