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I read the book. Others on the forum recommend that I apply what I've learned. I have been opening up to my family on a lot of serious issues. so far I have made great progress. There is one last thing I have not told them about. It is about my father. Is it okay to tell my grandma that I'm happy my piece of shit father is dead? She is very sensitive about her son. She takes it as a personal attack when talking about all the horrible things my father did. She needs to understand that she did everything in her power to be a good mother, but her son was beyond her control. Her grand children were hurt deeply because of it. I don't blame her for being a bad person or anything. It is just painful for her to love her son as it is painful for me to love my father. A few things about my father. He was involved in gang violence. He was a drug dealer. He fled the state to avoid paying child support. He committed statutory rape when he impregnated my mother. I am trying the forgiveness exercise on him but am experiencing a lot of intense anger toward myself for being blinded by my unconditional love for my father. My father manipulated me. He preached the bible as if the father son bond was sacred. He wanted me to carry on some grand legacy with the Hamann name rather than holding my mother's last name. It was all fake. He wanted to use me as a pawn against my mother to get out of paying child support. He threatened to disown me if I told mom how he was evading child support. He therefore coerced me into committing a felony because of how he made me swear to secrecy. My feelings toward my father are that I love him even though exploited my love for him to use me as a pawn. It feels easy to love dad but very hard to love myself. I hate myself for loving my father. I judged mom for refusing to evict my step father because of her emotional weakness. I'm angry at myself for having the same emotional weakness that prevented me from sending my father to prison for the rest of his life. I deceived myself easily as I lied for my father. I drew a false equivalence between my father and abusive step father who destroyed the house and beat my mom. My father's side of the family told me that mom's side was the untrustworthy ones and I felt that nobody could be trusted. This played into my father's hands. Furthermore, I felt that family values were meaningless. I applied it to my whole family, causing me to feel depressed. I hate myself for defending my father in a way that hurt the rest of my family. I can forgive myself for doing everything in my power to be good. I still need time. Is it okay to be this honest with my grandma? My sisters were against it. They told me that I am too honest and I need to hold the truth back. They told me that I may have caused a man to commit suicide when I told him "I am not optimistic about your future, but you don't deserve to suffer."

I want to tell my family about the porn I've been looking at. I have been holding up the image of being innocent long enough. Deep down I am uncomfortable with my sexual attraction toward women because it reveals that my innocence is bullshit. I want to have an authentic relationship and I don't want to be fake at all.

Update I managed to open up a little more with my cousin. I told him that my sisters are talking about him behind his back. They act friendly when we visit, but it is a thin veneer. It is incongruous with how they talk about my cousin in the car. I told them about a sexual incident from when I was six, my depression from my grandpa's funeral, my suicidal thoughts, my intrusive rape fantasies, my slight sexual desire toward men, and a couple of other things. They are already complaining. They are telling me to hold back the truth from my family while claiming to be emotionally supportive as if they really care about my point of view. They cannot handle my point of view. I didn't tell them I don't believe in family values yet. I just need to be patient and methodical about which truths I let out when and to whom. Sooner or later I will tell them. I don't know how my grandma will feel if I tell her the twisted view that I am happy for her sake that her son is dead because of how he exploited her for money. This one I might actually hold back.

@UnbornTao my entire attachment to truth is fundamentally dishonest. I know that my attachment to truth hurts me, but I do it anyway. It is self serving because I think truth is what allows me to love and to be good through unconditional acceptance. Honestly I suck at unconditional acceptance because I'm filled with hate and depression. If you value truth, then even that comes from a selfish desire for truth. It's not like truth is actually valuable, but I act like it is and it matters anyway. I could rewire my entire brain to fine with self deception and bullshit myself into thinking everything is fine, but I don't want to do that. I have been against that my whole life because I want to love. The problem is that it is hard to love.

@integral to be honest, I sometimes feel like I don't belong on this planet. This can be rooted in autism. Neuro typicals don't want people with autism to be their authentic self. Part of the problem is that they are too blunt and they suck at social games.

I need a sense of belonging. I don't feel like I belong in my family. They want me to put on a fake front of being open and social while refusing to actually address serious resentment and trauma. My relationship feels hollow because they do not want me to be my authentic self. There is way too much hatred and depression that I have bottled up for 20 years. I never trusted them to raise me to be a decent human being so I didn't want to associate with them. If these issues cannot be seriously addressed, then I need to find where I belong and it is not here. I feel happy when I am alone in a hotel playing in a chess tournament. It is incredible how peaceful it is and my joy cannot be put into words. I'm almost tempted to quit my job and use the money I saved up to study chess hard-core like my life depends on it to see how far I get in 1 year.

The tragedy is that I am in desperate need of an emotional connection. I have been dissociated with my family my entire life and I can't connect to them if they don't know who I am. I am not being brutally honest yet, but a few things are slipping out here and there and they think it is too much. I told my cousin that my sisters were talking behind his back. They will probably tell me that I am in the wrong. My sisters expect me to play small talk games without addressing these serious issues. I'm trying to get accustomed to small talk. I have never been good at socializing in my life, especially when reading implicit messages. I have a habit of destroying illusions constantly while asking a lot of questions.

@Leo Gura I have basically been creating a split personality. I have a lot of cool philosophical theories, but it is partially because I was struggling to cure deep depression and hatred. I am now trying to walk the walk, knowing that love and goodness are one. It is like I'm so close yet so far. I need to mature a lot and it is painful. This is going to take time and vision. I need to face everything I have been avoiding through spirituality so that I can create integrity in my life and resolve my split personality.

@integral it's coming up again. The feeling that I hate my entire family came up. I could tell them that I have been hiding in my room for so long because I believed them to be degenerate. I am trying to form an emotional connection to others, but when I try what comes up is hatred, depression, and suicide. If I could somehow change myself without telling them, then I guess it would be fine. I'm trying to change like I always have been, but it doesn't work. The reason I don't socialize much us because I don't want others to change me or influence me. I don't trust most people to be high quality people. I have looked down on most other humans my entire life. I look down on myself as well for failing to find a higher purpose that fulfills me in life. I can never be fulfilled with any purpose if depression kills my joy. I'm opening myself up, but it is a hectic process. I'm sorry if I annoy you with the same story. My morals do not apply to today and they cause me a lot of problems. I say I hate myself a lot, but it feels more true to say I hate my family. I probably shouldn't tell them that yet.

I am contemplating how much of a man she is and how much of a woman I am. Surely I could be much stronger than i am giving myself credit for.

This is intense. I have been facing a lot of trauma lately with good progress. One of the feelings that came up for me was the notion of becoming a better dad than dad. I know this seems preposterous given my recent behavior on this forum. I am thinking long term, not immediately. So here's the thing. I have been deeply distrusting of relationships in general for most of my life. My parents were in an awful situation because my father fled the state to avoid paying child support. I have been afraid of ending up in a similar situation by opening myself up to relationships. I didn't trust myself to be a responsible human being because I was afraid that my impulses would cause me to act in horrible ways like my father. My suicidal thoughts were related to denying my desire for an emotional connection through relationships. I felt that it was impossible for me to find a happy relationship. I felt very lonely and depressed because of the feeling that no relationship could ever make me happy. I felt that other people were a bad influence on me because I never trusted my parents to teach me to be a decent human being. I isolated myself from other people because I want to be as good as possible without other people pulling me toward indecent behavior. I know in theory morality is imaginary, but this forum pointed out that I seem really attached to my morals anyway. My father lacked a moral compass because he was a gangster who held people at gun point demanding money. My harsh self judgement makes me hate myself. I know an optimal father cannot be so attached to morals. I try not to be attached to morals, but the whole reason I seek the truth so much is because in think the truth is required for being the best human possible. I will otherwise be lost in lies and illusions. Truth is about being good from my point of view. I am trying to process these newfound feelings. My worldview continues to fall apart. Any tips on this situation?

An analogous example would be a woman I met who was raised to believe that women should repress their emotions because it is a sign of weakness. There are women who believe femininity is actually toxic. It is dysfunctional. This was combined with the fact that her brother raped her, causing her ptsd.

@mr_engineer thank you for your response. This somewhat resonates with me. I have been repressing masculinity in a variety of forms. It should be considered that I grew up in a house with two sisters, a mother, and a grandmother. I was the only boy for about 10 years until my brother was born. I started hiding in my room after mom yelled at me and said she had gone easy on me for too long for being the only boy. I started socializing much less. I had a negative attitude toward the other boys at school when they harassed girls and some of the girls sexually harassed me. This started after I got in a ton of trouble after doing something sexual with one of my sisters. I'm finally at the point that I'm openly discussing this with my family. The how to get laid series bothers me a lot. The entire framing is wrong. The point should be to get good at relationships. I don't resonate with the framing of sexual attraction at all. Women don't look hot to me. I didn't resonate with other boys talking like this at all. It feels completely fake and hollow to me. My relationship with my father also felt fake. He tried encouraging me to hit on hot girls, but it simply did not interest me. The paradox I find myself in is that my body craves sex and an emotional connection. At the same time I am afraid of intimacy and all of the ways a relationship can go wrong. I feel lonely and unable to resolve the loneliness. I have glimpsed my highest self before. It is when I have a clear goal in sight and I work tirelessly to achieve it. It feels very empowering. My mind works on entirely different level. I am trying to master this phenomenon, but I lose it. I glimpsed it once in a chess tournament against a master, once during my English exam, and a couple of other times with chess. My self doubt weighs me down and becomes a lot of self sabotage. It feels like healing is never enough. This is what I just achieve to actually live my highest life. Thank you.

My apologies. It did not occur to me that I was making people feel that way. I have been making a lot of threads lately. A lot is happening to my mind lately and I am slowly coming to inner peace. It would be better for the sake of this forum that I limit myself on the threads I make. In fact, my mind is changing so much that I already found my own answers. I actually did not need this thread too figure it out. I just needed time.

Another observation. I am afraid to become a father because it conflicts with my morals. I act as if it is moral to dedicate my life to altruism even if it makes me unhappy. Just because I would be happy with a good relationship or becoming a chess master doesn't mean it will uplift mankind. My sense of obligatory altruism holds me back from living a happy life. I end up feeling like I need to be a martyr for humanity. It makes me want to die. I want to let go of these conflicting views, but It isn't working. I want to find a way out of this mess as well.

my overly feminine attitude was pointed out on this forum as well. I'm supposed to do what In think is necessary rather than being run by my emotions. I'm so mad, but I have productive things I could still be doing despite it. I feel like trying to feel my feelings exacerbates them rather than soothing them. I'm trying to be good, but i think my methods are not good enough.

It's possible to feel both. Part of me loves dad. Part of me is ashamed of myself for loving dad. Part of me hates myself. Part of me loves myself. Part of me believes I should have dad to mitigate my own shame. Part of me hates dad. I hate dad because I love him and I am ashamed of myself for allowing myself to be manipulated through my love for him. I know the forum thinks I linger on the past a lot. I do it because I'm trying to love myself. I should get tired of telling this story eventually. Deep down it feels fake on some level and I don't understand what to do with it.

@integral part of the problem may be that I refuse to believe that my suffering was for nothing. It can make me hold onto the past. There is still a feeling that I hate myself. I've been struggling to love myself forever, but I'm getting better at it.

This summarizes what I have been struggling with. I sometimes feel intense anger, but I don't know what to do with it. I'm afraid of losing control so I shut down. I look for ways to make sense of this anger, but I constantly fail. I'm doing my best to process feelings that have not been fully processed. It's just painful. I don't plan on being stuck in this forever. I see a psychiatrist in about a week and a half. It doesn't seem that way to me right now, but I will keep that in mind. It seems like a good spot to draw the line.

@DocWatts this is badass! Great work! You were always the kind of person wise enough to create something like this!

Um, this is a lot. I know I seem like somebody who deeply traumatized because I am. Trust me, I am doing everything in my power to be good and I will see psychiatrist in about two weeks. At least my mother's side of the family is tolerant of homosexuality. So here's the thing. Ever since a traumatic incident that happened when I was six, I had a very closed attitude toward sex. I viewed sex as something of lower purpose, but I struggled to find a higher purpose all my life. I have been hyper vigilant to the point that I have suicidal thoughts when I do much as try to approach a woman. I'm too self conscious and it makes me lose sleep at night. I can't stand the fact that I am attracted to women's bodies. I hate myself for being reminded of how they seem like sexual objects. I like boobs, but it simultaneously repulses me. I can't stand my own character being like a pig. I want to have an emotional connection with another human being, but it is too psychologically taxing to pursue sex from women. It makes me hate myself. Maybe it will change when I continue therapy. I have a hard time loving myself. I can't stand seeing women as sexual objects. I want to connect with a human being. Women that look kind of like men might be easier, so it's not a lost cause. Got any tips for attraction to women who look kind of like men? I have questions about same sex relationships. One of questions is how to have safe sex? How do I have safe anal sex? How do I have safe oral sex? How else can I have sex with other men? Most importantly, how does the psychology of gay and bisexual men work? I feel like it's so much easier to take a relationship with a man seriously. Does Leo have any tips on how to get laid for LGBTQ? I might be able to stomach watching his series on how to get Laid, but it's all just so painful. I keep wanting to change, but the best I can do is accept myself.

A possible life purpose for me is to be a better dad than dad. The problem is that family values feel empty to me. If I want to be a good father, then I have to account for parental depression because I refuse to pass it on to my children. Furthermore, I don't see why it is worth the effort to build a relationship. A relationship can't make me happened I am fundamentally unhappy with myself. I have been struggling to love myself my entire life. I refuse to move forward because I want to love myself. A good father would therefore forgive the sins of his previous father to ensure that others are not hurt. I refuse to use my trauma as an excuse to hurt others. I want to be the person that my father and grandfather wanted me to be. I don't care if they are complete fucking hypocrites. I choose love. It's just a painful process of opening up to my family. My relationships feel hollow and meaningless. It makes me want to die.

This is a long story. Dad was a fucking horrible person. I hate myself because I don't want to be anything like that monster. I'd rather die. I'm afraid that if I act on impulse, than I will be like him. It's a long story. He was a drug dealer, he fled the state to avoid paying child support, he was a horrible criminal throughout his entire life, he broke into the house, he was part of a violent gang, and so on. I'd rather die than be like him. I don't trust myself to act on my impulses. I'm going to do something selfish. I don't want to fly by the seat of pants and do what ever I want. The only way for me to live a happy life is to allow myself to follow my desires, but I hate being like dad. I'd rather kill myself. I'm afraid I might rape somebody, do a hit and run, fail to wear a condom during sex, remove a condom during sex like a fucking monster, and so on. I don't want to be a horrible person. I don't want to be selfish. I'd rather die. I repress my impulses to the point of muscle spasms. It's just too much. I'm sorry. It's a lot. At least I don't hate myself for wanting vagina.

Yes. I have found many paths forward in my life. I am getting better at chess and I am trying to be more open with my family. They barely know who I am. I am also playing chess. My sleep is fine. I get plenty of exercise. My diet is improving but could be better. My entire life I have been struggling with this deep suffering. If I want it to mean anything then I can make my purpose to ensure others don't suffer the same way as me.

My issues seem too deep for the forum to understand. I thank you for trying to encourage me though. I will try to make a brief summary. I recently got out of the hospital after a psychotic breakdown. It was caused by withdrawal from anti depressants combined with childhood trauma that came up with my therapist. I had been struggling with suicidal thoughts, meaninglessness, and various other issues for over a decade. Not only was I traumatized by doing something sexual with my sister when I was six, but I also struggle with the psychological effects fatherlessness. I never had a decent father figure in my life, therefore nobody ever taught me how to be a man. I simultaneously don't want to be man. I associate it with being a shallow pig who is supposed to be attracted to boobs rather than a person's character. I can't stand being sexually attracted to women. The rest of my family does not understand what I'm going through. I have not trusted my thoughts and impulses for a very long time. It makes me hate myself when playfulness and spontaneity is punished by the myth of morality. I am trying desperately to open myself up. It is just very taxing to do so. I doubt that a relationship with another human being will even make me happy. My relationships feel hollow and depressing anyway. I don't feel love when people try to love me. I struggle to love myself and I have been wrestling with this my entire life. I hate being the person I am because life is fucking unfair. The whole thing is unfair and it makes me want to die. It would suck to go back to the hospital again. I found the group therapy very effective, and it is hard to make it two weeks to see the psychiatrist finally. It feels like an eternity. I have been trying to heal for my entire life, but nothing is good enough. I'm doing my best but it's never fucking enough. There never was guidance in my life. I was forced to guide myself all along.