povilika
29.09.2005, 00:27
Hello! Help or assist me, please. I understand, that my problem demands internal therapy and hardly it or she can be solved several answers in a forum, but while it is too terrible to me to go to the doctor. Never was and I do not know, with what to begin, difficultly to formulate, etc.
The dysmorphophobia seems to me, at me, and can, a problem not only in appearance. Bifurcation that on the one hand I like myself. And with another for some reason is not present. Since the childhood dreamed of plastic operation. When I represented myself (I liked to dream of the future as I shall marry any "prince" itd) I saw not myself, and is externally perfect or absolute other girl. And veda herself she accordingly at all so, raskovanno, flirted. Mind or wit I understand, that is attractive enough, but... In something is zatyk. On-first, at me unmodern appearance, therefore at teenage age I did not involve contempoparies, and liked any djadjam - maminym to coevals. To me from it or this it was awkward.
Now I any more do not know about plastic operation. Earlier I only dreamed zarabota money and to turn to princess. Now money is, but to me it is terrible, that will turn out badly, and it is already a pity itself. In fact I more never shall see this face, and I with it or him have lived almost 30 years. It is a pity.
By the way, when I sometimes blab out someone operation, in the answer I hear sincere bewilderment. Can, it is valid not on behalf of business?
And in what?
The second problem that - you, probably, have guessed - a problem with men. I think, she from my internal zazhatosti (raskovanna only that, another, and I always as though see myself from, the not Hollywood smile, a long nose... No, not sharliz teron...)
For some reason I had only 2 types of mutual relations
- They perceive me exclusively as the friend, a vest. And basically to pour out on me the problems
- As the girl for sex, but not for love. (they often have wives and they perceive me as an opportunity cheerfully to spend night.)
Why so - it is not assured. Here any contradiction.
But me excites, that anybody never admitted to me love, did not invite simply to take a walk. It is somehow strange.
It has turned out longly and tiresomely. Ask to me, please, concrete questions.
The dysmorphophobia seems to me, at me, and can, a problem not only in appearance. Bifurcation that on the one hand I like myself. And with another for some reason is not present. Since the childhood dreamed of plastic operation. When I represented myself (I liked to dream of the future as I shall marry any "prince" itd) I saw not myself, and is externally perfect or absolute other girl. And veda herself she accordingly at all so, raskovanno, flirted. Mind or wit I understand, that is attractive enough, but... In something is zatyk. On-first, at me unmodern appearance, therefore at teenage age I did not involve contempoparies, and liked any djadjam - maminym to coevals. To me from it or this it was awkward.
Now I any more do not know about plastic operation. Earlier I only dreamed zarabota money and to turn to princess. Now money is, but to me it is terrible, that will turn out badly, and it is already a pity itself. In fact I more never shall see this face, and I with it or him have lived almost 30 years. It is a pity.
By the way, when I sometimes blab out someone operation, in the answer I hear sincere bewilderment. Can, it is valid not on behalf of business?
And in what?
The second problem that - you, probably, have guessed - a problem with men. I think, she from my internal zazhatosti (raskovanna only that, another, and I always as though see myself from, the not Hollywood smile, a long nose... No, not sharliz teron...)
For some reason I had only 2 types of mutual relations
- They perceive me exclusively as the friend, a vest. And basically to pour out on me the problems
- As the girl for sex, but not for love. (they often have wives and they perceive me as an opportunity cheerfully to spend night.)
Why so - it is not assured. Here any contradiction.
But me excites, that anybody never admitted to me love, did not invite simply to take a walk. It is somehow strange.
It has turned out longly and tiresomely. Ask to me, please, concrete questions.