Realizations
Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 6:40 pm
Hey Scarleteen staff,
As you know, I have gone through a couple of pregnancy scares since I've been on here. Both were dismissed as no-risk activities.
For a while, I've been trying to figure out why I'm so scared, even if it's an unrealistic possibility. In the last week, I think I sort of realized what set me off. A lot of the time my boyfriend and I did stuff, I was shaking. I was shaking because I was scared and nervous. I was shaking because I didn't know if I was ready. In the heat of the moment, I verbalized my anxiety and nervousness to him as well. But he ignored it.
In the end, every time we did something together, no matter how I was feeling about it, he guilted and pressured me into it. I always ended up feeling obligated to let him do things or do things to him when I really wasn't. I would be so scared, but he would tell me it was ok to keep going. Now I know it wasn't.
I broke up with him on December 19th. But these aren't the reasons I did it. When I broke up with him, I was breaking up with him because he was very inconsiderate and frankly selfish. He's only fifteen, and I've heard from multiple adults that fifteen year old boys often act like that. But I was tired of it. It was so draining. I would talk to him about how I was so depressed. I felt like I was torturing myself. And he would change the conversation to how we "didn't make out enough." He couldn't care less about what was happening to my mental state or what I was going through. He even told me at one point that I wasn't "getting better fast enough" and that I "wasn't trying." Another reason I ended things is that he had been making very sexual comments to me about things he wanted to do with my close friends and other people we knew. It was frustrating and confusing for me. I expressed my feelings to him many times before breaking up with him. He couldn't understand that he was hurting me. I don't even think he ever realized he was. But I had to get out of that.
I'm still so anxious. I've had two periods and a negative test since my scare began on October 30th. My period should be around by the end of this month. But I can't get the idea of being pregnant out of my head. It sucks. At this point, I don't know what to do. My parents and even my teacher (i go to a charter school where teachers and students have very close relationships) know every detail of my scare and my depression and anxiety. They all are trying to convince me I'm not. I go through days where I'm okay. And others, like today, I feel doomed. I swear my stomach looks bigger. It puts me into a nervous breakdown to look at it.
I think what my ex-boyfriend put me through has a lot to do with my anxiety surrounding this. I did things I wasn't mentally ready for, that I thought I wanted, but I was really scared about. I get repulsed and disgusted thinking of things we did because I know I didn't really want it. I did it because I thought he would be mad or sad that I didn't.
I have a doctors appointment next Friday. I might ask about birth control and my parents want to determine if anti-depressants are the right thing for me. I have mixed feelings. It's just that I used to be such a happy person. I with I could go back to that.
As you know, I have gone through a couple of pregnancy scares since I've been on here. Both were dismissed as no-risk activities.
For a while, I've been trying to figure out why I'm so scared, even if it's an unrealistic possibility. In the last week, I think I sort of realized what set me off. A lot of the time my boyfriend and I did stuff, I was shaking. I was shaking because I was scared and nervous. I was shaking because I didn't know if I was ready. In the heat of the moment, I verbalized my anxiety and nervousness to him as well. But he ignored it.
In the end, every time we did something together, no matter how I was feeling about it, he guilted and pressured me into it. I always ended up feeling obligated to let him do things or do things to him when I really wasn't. I would be so scared, but he would tell me it was ok to keep going. Now I know it wasn't.
I broke up with him on December 19th. But these aren't the reasons I did it. When I broke up with him, I was breaking up with him because he was very inconsiderate and frankly selfish. He's only fifteen, and I've heard from multiple adults that fifteen year old boys often act like that. But I was tired of it. It was so draining. I would talk to him about how I was so depressed. I felt like I was torturing myself. And he would change the conversation to how we "didn't make out enough." He couldn't care less about what was happening to my mental state or what I was going through. He even told me at one point that I wasn't "getting better fast enough" and that I "wasn't trying." Another reason I ended things is that he had been making very sexual comments to me about things he wanted to do with my close friends and other people we knew. It was frustrating and confusing for me. I expressed my feelings to him many times before breaking up with him. He couldn't understand that he was hurting me. I don't even think he ever realized he was. But I had to get out of that.
I'm still so anxious. I've had two periods and a negative test since my scare began on October 30th. My period should be around by the end of this month. But I can't get the idea of being pregnant out of my head. It sucks. At this point, I don't know what to do. My parents and even my teacher (i go to a charter school where teachers and students have very close relationships) know every detail of my scare and my depression and anxiety. They all are trying to convince me I'm not. I go through days where I'm okay. And others, like today, I feel doomed. I swear my stomach looks bigger. It puts me into a nervous breakdown to look at it.
I think what my ex-boyfriend put me through has a lot to do with my anxiety surrounding this. I did things I wasn't mentally ready for, that I thought I wanted, but I was really scared about. I get repulsed and disgusted thinking of things we did because I know I didn't really want it. I did it because I thought he would be mad or sad that I didn't.
I have a doctors appointment next Friday. I might ask about birth control and my parents want to determine if anti-depressants are the right thing for me. I have mixed feelings. It's just that I used to be such a happy person. I with I could go back to that.