Hi, this is hard to talk about and none of people I chat with online regularly know this, but I've delayed it long enough. I'm a 31-year-old virgin. I'm a shy sensitive guy who was raised in a sort of a semi-religious household and went to an all boy school. On top of that, my mom was a very insecure person those days (she's better now in her 60s, though still quite insecure and controlling) and had fits of rage and threats of suicide, alternating between suffocating me with attention almost as if I were a lab rat vs abandoning me, and loving me and overvaluing me one minute and absolutely despising me and feeling ashamed of my slightest shortcoming the next minute. But when she was loving, I felt like nothing else mattered. My father was a workaholic and not a loving person though he was the one who taught me the importance of studying hard and not giving up in life. Anyhow, so all in all, in my teenage years, I barely established any friendships, not with guys or with girls. My focus was studying and that took most of my time. When I was about to start college, we moved to another country because of...well,that's a long story itself. Anyhow, around this time I had become quite religious myself and pretty much did my best to eradicate all my interest in the opposite sex.
But in this new city in this new country, I was exposed to girls in college, to guys dating, necking, girls in short skirts, flirting, laughing, with guys my age, with guys much younger than me, I was overwhelmed. I feared to look the girls in the eyes, I feared attraction to them, I wished but also feared their attraction to me. It was just too much. A problem that would appear when I was anxious as a kid, made a return. I started to sweat profusely. My mom was always quick to point out my sweating as a kid, as if it were a huge embarrassing flaw, and all that did was make me sweat more. I would do anything possible to hide it and again, like someone who had a serious blushing problem or stuttering or whatever, the more you try to fix it, the worse it gets.
Fast forward many years later, college done and a degree obtained but then deep depression that lasted for years, my parents health issues and my sibling's serious mental health issue, my own lack of autonomy which has not allowed me to have control over my own destiny, financial problems, etc, etc, I am trying to start a new life. My depression has gotten better and I have worked through some of the abuse stuff involving my mom and the trauma involving my sibling. But in order to feel motivation to get going with my life and a course of studies leading to work, I feel that I need to sense a real possibility of me having intimate relationships in the future and hopefully finding a beautiful, intelligent, kind, caring, and loyal partner...somehow.
God loves everyone. Am I so revolting that I have no chance for anybody I would have feelings for? People are not perfect, they have the disgusting and smelly and angry and sweaty and weird and weak and withholding side and they also have the beautiful strong clean confident generous kind caring side. Even with my mom, I'm just angry at the damage she did to me when I was a little kid, I don't think she's unworthy or a "bad person."
But I'm totally clueless. I really don't know where to start. I'm afraid. I'm afraid of intimacy. I'm afraid of hurting the girl, getting badly hurt myself, I fear being vulnerable, being open, I fear being touched lovingly. And I fear that I"m not manly enough for a girl. No, I do have the hairy chest and and I don't look the stereotypical feminine man, but I'm quite sensitive and soft spoke and shy. I also fear diseases. I'm fairly healthy myself (don't smoke, do drugs, though I'm overweight) but I worry of catching something. The list of STDs is horrifying. One mistake and I could catch some serious infection or worse, some deadly disease and life's pretty much over. Or if I impregnate someone accidentally. Or what if I have to break up with someone. I never forget my mom's rage. It perplexes me when I see guys chuckle about a breakup when in reality the girls screamed obscenities at the guy or broke his stuff or threatened suicide.
I've gone on Amazon to look up sex books, I'm not even sure what to look for, dating tips, how to make friends, sex positions, STDs...Don't laugh, but I remember going to my chemistry course in college and this beautiful girl sitting there with long legs and I just wanted to touch her thighs.Sometimes I think I should just become bold for a day and just go to a "massage parlor" or something and just get the sex out of the way so I don't worry about it. I bet if a girl hears I'm a virgin she gonna think something seriously wrong with me no matter what my explanation.
But I'm sick of being afraid. My whole life is been about fear. I want to do things but carefully. I don't want to get diseases but also don't want to imprison myself in a bubble. When you drive, there is a very small chance, like one in a thousand that you gonna have a serious accident. We have to live with those changes. I can't live with a chance of getting STDs 1/10 or something, that's too high.
But I look at shows like How I Met Your Mother or Friends or whatever, and I see young people relating, laughing, crying, helping, breaking up, making up, and I want to be in that, I want to be Ross and have a Rachel. What's so special about Ross? I know, I know, that's just a show. And he's not 30 some year old virgin. But please, someone tell me there is a way. Btw, sorry for this awfully long post, I just have to say everything now or I won't make this post.