Jesus christ, is this what Clownworld has reduced people to? Competitors in the Oppression Olympics? I'm not you, but I would have been a lot more abrasive in telling her that you're not gay.
Also, there weren't really any hardships other than the slow burn of realizing there was something very wrong and mounting concern from my parents who never quite got the message until I forcefed it to them. The only thing I could wish for is to understand how a normal person's sexuality works. I wouldn't want to act on it, I'd just like to know. It's how I imagine Nick Vujicic feels whenever he sees people moving around. Because for all his charisma, you can't tell me he wouldn't want to move on his own two feet, or lack thereof.
Looking back, I'd say my last chance to try a relationship would have been in the winter of 2013, when I was 16. Cute nerdy succubus in my French class that seemed interested in me, but I was having none of it. I told her what I told everyone else back in school, which was something to the effect of "I'm not interested, please seek someone else." And that was that.>>161044
The thing is, I want my dick. It's convenient to piss out of, and it tells me I'm a man. But I just want any notion of sexual arousal and its associated melancholy removed forever. I'd be a proponent of chemical castration if it a) wasn't outlawed, b) didn't cause feminization and c) didn't have any danger of killing you.>>161224
This. It helps a lot if you realize all the potential shortcomings of a relationship (dump/cheating/property destruction/less free time) and mentally decided whether or not the cost is worth the reward (hint: it isn't and never will be).