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This was inspired by a friend who said she was “too depressed to masturbate”.
Been there.
I do because nobody else will, and somebody’s got to.
The most depressing Depression Comix of them all.
Stephania »t.f.w.
-jay was here!
Omg Jay, this happened to me yesterday. I just woke up.
The secondary message here is that “Let’s see if the internet has any advice on this” is asking for trouble. It’s like being a character in a horror movie and saying, “It’s only an abandoned candy factory. What could possibly go wrong?”
For me it is just a need that occurs every couple days. But it is like going pee. I get the need, I just do it, and I get no enjoyment out of it.
Yeah. This.
Well said, never thought of it like that, but it really is just a bodily function after all.
Fapping feels like it’s pointless now. Just makes me sadder.
I was wondering when someone would use the word “fap” here.
Sometimes I have this problem, but I’ve got tricks around it… because if I don’t physically or mentally exhaust myself, I won’t sleep.
this is where I’m at currently.
Urg. Know that too. Also, taking meds decreased my libido to… 99, 9% ? I feel no desire and that’s (no, not depressing but… /insert appropriate term here, actually too tired to come up with something @.@ )
I’ve always found it to be a horrible twist of the knife that most depression medications take away a person’s desire (or, worse, ability WITHOUT taking away desire) to have sex.
Whew. Man oh man. Extreme self-loathing…that’s the zinger. Ever present. Whew, this one really hits the mark, Clay.
This is exactly how I feel. I hate myself too much to allow me to feel pleasure. And because of my social anxiety I am always too afraid to let people in. I hate sex and when people sexualize me.
Comforting to know I’m not alone. But still sad.
Been here before. . . glad I’m not there anymore.
I suppose I’m the opposite side of the coin. In depressive states, I will masturbate to the point that it is no longer pleasurable. I don’t stop until I am sore and start to bleed. I orgasm, yes, but it just becomes a repetitive thing that doesn’t make me happy. I just keep doing it until I don’t have the energy for it and then go to sleep. In a way, i think it is a form of self-injury for me.
At this point in my life. If I do, I just feel like a miserable sack of shit that can’t get laid. If I don’t, I just feel miserable.