- May 13, 2018
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I am 26, and ever since I was able to get sexual and romantic feelings, I had been obsessed with women. I had constant sexual thoughts about them, romantic thoughts, daydreams, etc, and could get easily physically aroused by even the site of a cute girl. I also had dreams of one day marrying a woman and starting a family. However, ever since the end of January, something has changed. I felt like I wasn't getting aroused by women the way I used to, at least physically, and began noticing a few males. I don't know what happened to me, but it's caused me to have a near psychological breakdown. So much of what I loved and enjoyed, even though it may have been questionable at times from a moral standpoint, doesn't excite me quite like it used to. Before this happened, I was actually managing to get more confident with women, and as a whole. I was also hoping to marry a great girl and start a family in a couple years. A year before this, I had fallen for a Christian girl, and every time I saw her, my heart melted. I had beautiful dreams of one day starting a family with her. She was the one for me I felt. I still feel a sense of warmth in my heart when I think of her. Now, much of that desire is gone, and sometimes I feel I am more attracted to males now, but, I have never really had a thought of being with one like I have with women, and it's only been like three so far I even found remotely attractive. I don't know what has happened to me. My biggest worry is I have become gay, despite my past history and the fact no male has ever aroused me physically, and it's only been like three I have noticed this entire time this ordeal has began, I also worry it's some deep psychological issue and I have just lost my mind. I also think I might be bisexual, which is fine, I wouldn't act on the same sex urges and I could still be with the women I want, no big deal there. Coming out of this feeling entirely straight is preferable. I felt so comfortable with myself and happy before this began. Now, I just wish I was dead or never born sometimes. As for my faith, I haven't been the most devout Christian, but I have never stopped believing, in an age where many of peers have. Two instances from my teens will forever keep me a believer, one of them witnessing a possession at a church I attended in 2004, and another being my aunt being revived after nearly ODing. I am just so depressed right now, and would give anything to feel like I used to.