Futuresocks
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Joined: 5/25/2008 Status: offline
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I have the disorder. I've struggled with it and it's many complications all my life. I am highly phobic, of germs, of certain smells, and sights and such. It's complicated, really. I don't want to make this thread about me going into why and how these obsessions, fixations, troublesome notions distract me, but they do and I can't beat them, only keep them in check. Overall, I am set back by my condition, being so afraid and deterred from exploring further. That's the ultimate truth of it. I see BDSM as a treatment for it. The slave heart is who I am, and I find when under a Domme's control, I cope better. The trick is, getting someone who can understand that a lot of things are my limits because they are my condition's limits. The phobias then are another mistress, you could say. However slowly, my limits have expanded. I can now be done anally with a strap-on if in the shower. I use to never could be touched like that. Still, I have good days and bad days. Sometimes I get up and it's a challenge to see someone lick fingers at work and not get mad. Often, I can't dress at all or wear shits with collars or tight pantlegs. I feel violated from them. I hate rolled up sleeves. They unsettle me for reasons I know not. I can ward off not screaming at the site of mosquitoes on many good days. And my obsessions with shapes and the revving engines, the desire for carbs...always there. It's a setback, but then, BDSM is how I cope with myself. it's not all of me. I am a high-functioning man, a writer by trade and a lover of many things. I try to see and balance all of who I am.
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