Anonymous
14th Jan 2008, 04:59 PM
I don't usually complain about my problems to people, i find it annoying for myself to do so, but i am in need of some advice. Sry if this is a little long, but i have no one else to tell this to. thanks in advance.
last year i was well in the closet and i was happy. I was just fine with people not knowing, and having being gay ruin my friendships, since 90% of my friends are straight guys. soon though, my emotions ran wild in the course of nature, and i began to really like this guy i did not know that much. I liked him so much i would even come out for him. Before i could do that though, i guess he caught on to me liking him. He was straight and didn't like me.
Instead of him just forgetting it never happened, he told all his friends (they are in a different grade than i am) and spreading rumors of me. The one i hear most often is a "gay stalker," even though i never stalked him. just because me, a gay guy, likes a straight guy, makes me automatically a stalker? anyways, i was sure it would reach my friends in no time.
Unfortunately, that was the least of my problems. soon after that my body began to change. I began to have diarrhea every day, insane stomach pains, blood came out when i went to the bathroom, i was extremely fatigued, i had numerous nightmares, i was feeling really depressed, and i felt like i was getting weaker everyday. I thought maybe this was due to my diet, or some other bizarre reasons not worth mentioning.
At this same time the restaurant i was working at was falling to pieces. People would call off all the time, there would never ever be sufficient supplies to continue business, all my managers were incompetent (also gay, which convinced me to dislike many gay men), and we would get slammed every day i worked and there would be never enough people to help out. people would complain all the time that we are not fast enough, that we suck, or that they have been waiting for a long time to be waited on, but sadly i worked as hard as i could. the only reason i did not quit or anything was because i did not want to screw over anyone else who was working there as i had been. this stressed me out a lot.
All of that occurred around December/January, but soon came march and the new track season. Although those symptoms i mentioned earlier were getting worse, i felt that things may get better. I even soon began to like someone in track, but i could not talk to him with my straight best friend by my side the whole time(since he did not know i was gay yet). i wanted to have a bf, but he was. . .in the way. so i kinda prayed that for some reason he would quit track. Unfortunately, i got my wish (Damn me for what is about to happen!). His mother died. . .(F**k ME!) She had been sick with cancer for a long time, and she really wasn't supposed to be alive( she passed her expiration date by two years), but i felt like the worst person on the planet at that time.
better yet, my closest friends started up a band, and they became really popular in our area. they became so popular, that they forgot all about me and others they would usually hang out with. they became jerks, and i lost at least a third of my best friends through that. This band then separated the remaining friends left in my group of friends. they all began to find new clicks, new friends, and i now was left almost friendless.
so now, my body is falling out of control, work was hell, my best friend's mother died(i hope not because of me), i lost almost all of my closest friends, and i thought maybe all of this was happening because God was punishing me for being gay.
thank you if you have read this far.
track continued, I WAS the best hurdler in my school, but my coach replaced me with this seven foot giant who could easily walk over the hurdles. So my coach ignored me and lost interest, while it also became harder for me to do track because i had then developed anal fissures and the other symptoms i had became worse. The guy i mentioned earlier i liked in track found a bf, so i just quit, not seeing any reason to be in track anymore.
things progressively got worse, but i did see a doctor after four months of torture. i was then diagnosed with an IBD (Inflammatory Bowl disease(crohn's disease)). The doctor then proscribed me with some drugs to get better.
I had fought all summer and fall to combat this disease, and i have finally made progress. symptoms were of the past, and i have found a medicine that actually worked without having to go into surgery. Unfortunately, My hair has begun to fall out at a rapid pas. I thought it may have been the stress of being in the closet, so i came out to the few friends i had left. they did not take it well, and so they kinda ignore me now. My hair still continues to fall out, after i relieved that stress, so i began to think it is the medicine i am currently taking. Although the med says it may cause hair loss, my doctor says "no, i have never seen this before, and that it may only be stress."
I know it is the medicine causing my hair loss, and i am temped to stop taking it. But if i do that then my disease will resurface. Idk what to do. I want to ask this guy out, but who would want to go out with someone who is losing their hair at age 18 and suffers from crohn's disease (which prevents any form of anal sex(fissures)).
I am tempted to do drugs, i like the smell of car exaust and bleach, but i have never gotten high off it yet:help: . I don't want to ruin my life with drugs, but i also do not want my hair to be gone or my disease to come back. IDK what to do any more! it seems i have lost all hope in life, and i see little left to live for. Please help me!
last year i was well in the closet and i was happy. I was just fine with people not knowing, and having being gay ruin my friendships, since 90% of my friends are straight guys. soon though, my emotions ran wild in the course of nature, and i began to really like this guy i did not know that much. I liked him so much i would even come out for him. Before i could do that though, i guess he caught on to me liking him. He was straight and didn't like me.
Instead of him just forgetting it never happened, he told all his friends (they are in a different grade than i am) and spreading rumors of me. The one i hear most often is a "gay stalker," even though i never stalked him. just because me, a gay guy, likes a straight guy, makes me automatically a stalker? anyways, i was sure it would reach my friends in no time.
Unfortunately, that was the least of my problems. soon after that my body began to change. I began to have diarrhea every day, insane stomach pains, blood came out when i went to the bathroom, i was extremely fatigued, i had numerous nightmares, i was feeling really depressed, and i felt like i was getting weaker everyday. I thought maybe this was due to my diet, or some other bizarre reasons not worth mentioning.
At this same time the restaurant i was working at was falling to pieces. People would call off all the time, there would never ever be sufficient supplies to continue business, all my managers were incompetent (also gay, which convinced me to dislike many gay men), and we would get slammed every day i worked and there would be never enough people to help out. people would complain all the time that we are not fast enough, that we suck, or that they have been waiting for a long time to be waited on, but sadly i worked as hard as i could. the only reason i did not quit or anything was because i did not want to screw over anyone else who was working there as i had been. this stressed me out a lot.
All of that occurred around December/January, but soon came march and the new track season. Although those symptoms i mentioned earlier were getting worse, i felt that things may get better. I even soon began to like someone in track, but i could not talk to him with my straight best friend by my side the whole time(since he did not know i was gay yet). i wanted to have a bf, but he was. . .in the way. so i kinda prayed that for some reason he would quit track. Unfortunately, i got my wish (Damn me for what is about to happen!). His mother died. . .(F**k ME!) She had been sick with cancer for a long time, and she really wasn't supposed to be alive( she passed her expiration date by two years), but i felt like the worst person on the planet at that time.
better yet, my closest friends started up a band, and they became really popular in our area. they became so popular, that they forgot all about me and others they would usually hang out with. they became jerks, and i lost at least a third of my best friends through that. This band then separated the remaining friends left in my group of friends. they all began to find new clicks, new friends, and i now was left almost friendless.
so now, my body is falling out of control, work was hell, my best friend's mother died(i hope not because of me), i lost almost all of my closest friends, and i thought maybe all of this was happening because God was punishing me for being gay.
thank you if you have read this far.
track continued, I WAS the best hurdler in my school, but my coach replaced me with this seven foot giant who could easily walk over the hurdles. So my coach ignored me and lost interest, while it also became harder for me to do track because i had then developed anal fissures and the other symptoms i had became worse. The guy i mentioned earlier i liked in track found a bf, so i just quit, not seeing any reason to be in track anymore.
things progressively got worse, but i did see a doctor after four months of torture. i was then diagnosed with an IBD (Inflammatory Bowl disease(crohn's disease)). The doctor then proscribed me with some drugs to get better.
I had fought all summer and fall to combat this disease, and i have finally made progress. symptoms were of the past, and i have found a medicine that actually worked without having to go into surgery. Unfortunately, My hair has begun to fall out at a rapid pas. I thought it may have been the stress of being in the closet, so i came out to the few friends i had left. they did not take it well, and so they kinda ignore me now. My hair still continues to fall out, after i relieved that stress, so i began to think it is the medicine i am currently taking. Although the med says it may cause hair loss, my doctor says "no, i have never seen this before, and that it may only be stress."
I know it is the medicine causing my hair loss, and i am temped to stop taking it. But if i do that then my disease will resurface. Idk what to do. I want to ask this guy out, but who would want to go out with someone who is losing their hair at age 18 and suffers from crohn's disease (which prevents any form of anal sex(fissures)).
I am tempted to do drugs, i like the smell of car exaust and bleach, but i have never gotten high off it yet:help: . I don't want to ruin my life with drugs, but i also do not want my hair to be gone or my disease to come back. IDK what to do any more! it seems i have lost all hope in life, and i see little left to live for. Please help me!