Very complicated situation, need some help clearing my head
Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2019 11:41 am
Hi all. I'm so glad you're here. Apologies in advance for the War and Peace length of this post. I need help thinking through a really difficult, confusing month and this seemed like a good place to turn to.
About me: I'm pretty transmasculine-spectrum but am comfortable with my DFAB body and not interested in trans-related hormones or surgery. I'm bi/pan. I'm in my lateish 20s, but I have Asperger's, which among other things means that socioemotionally I'm a bit young for my age. I'm employed, but precariously and not much above minimum wage, and I don't have health insurance. I love history, science, poetry, animals and classical music. I volunteer with kids.
I grew up being physically and emotionally abused by my blood family. The first close, affectionate relationship I ever had was with a friend I made at 14. We became best pals. Let's call her K. (not her real initial). We've stayed very close. She is my real family, my heart family, my sister from another mister. Through her I met another friend, L. K. and L. are both cis het women. The three of us have been a tight, loving chosen family ever since. K. and L. are hugely important to me. I can't overstress this. We argue sometimes and annoy each other sometimes but we make each other very happy all told and I make my major life decisions on the assumption that we will be together and support each other and so do they. We've grown up together and been there for each other through a lot. I'm very lucky to have them both.
My Asperger's meant that I always had difficulty with the social dance of dating, and as I'm secretly something of a hopeless romantic I suffered a bunch of unrequited crushes on girls and guys both. I asked some of these girls and guys on dates but they all turned me down, and some of them made fun of me for asking. My first and so far only everything -- date, kiss, sex etc. -- was four years ago, with a guy I wasn't into physically or emotionally, and who didn't treat me very well. I just dated him because he was the first person ever to ask me on a date. Because I was a kissless virgin closing on my mid-20s, I got pressured, and pressured myself, into catapulting from my first kiss to my first PIV intercourse in under a week -- I never had that gradual sexual learning period a lot of people have in their teens. And I also have never had sex that was connected with genuine mutual affection and care. It was a bad relationship. My boyfriend and I had very little to say to one another and he wasn't respectful of my strong preference for clothing from the men's department and didn't much care about my enjoyment of sex. He also some pressure on me to use the withdrawal method even though I was terrified of pregnancy. I used fertility awareness and insisted on condoms during the riskiest days, but accepted withdrawal the rest of the time, which meant that I was near-constantly anxious, because I really, really don't want to get pregnant and would strongly have preferred condoms always. Because of fear and stress and lack of attraction to him, my vagina would be dry and closed when we had PIV, so that I had to get on top of him and bear down slowly in order to get his penis inside. I know I bear a large share of the responsibility for all this as I never spoke up. I just went along to get along, tried to do whatever he wanted and keep a smile on, because hey, at least I had a boyfriend for once, so I didn't want to mess things up. After a little over a year he broke up with me, and I was deeply sad even though I didn't love him or even like him much, because I figured that had been my one chance at a relationship.
L. is cheerfully promiscuous; K. is one for long-term monogamous relationships and has had several. I've gotten along OK with all of her boyfriends, but we haven't been best buds or anything. Then, three years ago, she met S. He's a cis bi/pan guy 7 years older than us. He and I hit it off. He's from another country in which I've spent long periods of time, so we have that in common. Also I think we recognized each other right away as people who'd been through traumatic childhoods and that that helped to draw us close. He's had a lot of terrible loss in his close relationships and been through a lot of grief, and on top of that one of the many bad things that happened to him when he was a little boy was that he was raped. When he told me I hugged him and cried with him. I felt relatively well able to deal with the situation because L. has also been raped and I was there for her through that. K. also knows about S.'s traumas, of course. Sometimes he gets badly triggered and we both are there for him then. S. has told me that he's been very lonely for most of his life and that I'm his best friend and that he admires me a lot. K. says that she can see that S. sincerely cares about me and that she is glad S. and I are friends because we both need friends.
S. has a lot of great qualities -- he's smart and perceptive and funny and talented and can be very sweet and affectionate and thoughtful. And to be honest, I was somewhat sexually and romantically drawn to him from the beginning. As we got to know each other better he was occasionally slightly flirty with me, which meant that I developed a full-blown crush on him. I felt wistful, wishing I could have a boyfriend like him, and knowing I probably never would. But I reminded myself that I could, at least, be in S.'s life as a friend, as a supportive and caring person he knew he could count on to be around long term. I think he needs someone like that, and so does K., who knows him better than I do. And I also reminded myself he and K. are probably going to be together for the very long haul, and that I'm genuinely happy about that, because they're good together.
Well, they were. It was always obvious to everyone that S. loved K. very much -- he'd get really down if she was annoyed at him, for instance -- and that she was happy with him. But this past year, they had a bunch of fights that K. confided in me about, and K. has become more and more dissatisfied and irritated with the relationship. In the spring something set off a mental health crisis in S. and he repeatedly got drunk and hit on a couple of other women and had panic attacks at work and broke down sobbing at home. After that things calmed down and improved between S. and K. and the summer was good. K. still wants things to work out with S., although she does talk sometimes about maybe breaking up with him. But then, four weeks ago today, S. confessed to me in private that he was attracted to me. To be honest, I was thrilled, because mutual attraction was a thing I had never experienced and assumed I never would experience. I didn't even feel sad that nothing could come of it, just delighted that it had happened, that this had been a part of my life, that I would always be able to remember that it had happened once.
I told S. that I was very flattered and felt the same but that nothing could happen between us because of K. and that we shouldn't discuss the matter again. K. was cheated on seriously by a previous boyfriend and I saw how much that upset her. K. herself has cheated mildly on two boyfriends but only kissing, nothing else, and she has been faithful to S. S. asked me to keep his confession of attraction a secret from K. and I agreed to, even though I had misgivings about doing so. S. cheated in his previous long-term relationship and has had a lot of romantic entanglements from a very young age, seeming to go from one to another with ease. I worry that this is a pattern for him and that K. will end up hurt.
Over the next couple of weeks I kept writing to S, just friendly stuff about how my day had been and so on, to show him everything was OK between us, because he had been worried I was angry at him for what he'd said. He wrote back some similar stuff for a while, but then started talking about how he'd like to kiss me. I said I'd like to kiss him too, but we couldn't do that, because of K. Then he started talking about how he'd like to do other sexual stuff with me. He said it would be OK to hide that from K. because we'd just be best friends with benefits and it wouldn't be romantic and we weren't going to fall in love -- but he then proceeded to call me romantic endearments and tell me he wanted me to buy him some jewellery so he could have a part of me always with him. I told him his logic about cheating and romance was off to say the least, but then I just...went along with it. I allowed things to evolve into heavy-duty sexual talk with him masturbating while we chatted online. I didn't masturbate, because although I felt initially aroused I then felt really bad and guilty because of K. so I just kept messaging to get S. off, telling him I liked it but really waiting for it to be over. That's how it used to be when I had sex with my ex-boyfriend -- I'd just be working to get him off, waiting for it to be over, feeling unhappy but pasting on a smile. It wasn't nice to be reminded of that, and really I think that even if S. and I were in an exclusive romantic relationship I'd feel kind of weird about sending explicitly sexual messages like those. I'm not keen on that kind of thing. But then S. wanted us to masturbate on webcam together and I unhappily went along with that too, putting on a fakey naked show for him while he masturbated twice. I was so upset about this the next day that I threw up.
I am out of town, indeed out of the country, for a couple of months but S. asked me to have sex with him when I come back, to have a long-term friends-with-benefits thing in fact, and I said I would because the attention and affection felt good and I do find S. attractive and I have never so much as kissed anyone I actually found attractive so I thought for a moment that maybe doing it once would be OK -- fooling myself and justifying my wrong behavior, as you do! But then S. started talking about stuff that I REALLY don't want to do. He said he trims his pubic hair and would like me to trim mine. I very strongly prefer to leave all my body hair where it is. He said he wanted me to wear lingerie. I very strongly prefer to wear men's underpants and plain bras. He said he had had a clear STI screening so he and I should buy a cervical cap so we can have penis-in-vagina sex without a condom. I think cervical barriers are cool and underused but I definitely would want to start out using condoms. He said we should have penis-in-anus sex, which I also SO don't want to do. I said I wasn't sure about that. He said he'd be very gentle and careful and affectionate it would be OK. At that point something clicked for me. K. and S. use condoms as contraception and K. once told me that she and S. had had penis-in-anus sex one time but that she had disliked it and they hadn't done it since. I understood then that S. wants to use me as an outlet for the sexual fantasies that K. will not fulfill for him.
And man, does that feel gross. The whole situation feels gross and I still feel physically queasy. For all that he's genuinely fond of me I feel that S. is being somewhat sexually overbearing with me. K. says he pushes her boundaries sometimes, not sexually but otherwise, and I see now what she means. And I'm going behind K.'s back and so is S. She loves both of us and while she doesn't entirely trust S., she trusts me implicitly. She would be really upset if she knew, as would L. -- L. loves and is loyal to both K. and me but she'd most likely side with K. as I'm the one doing wrong here and K. is the innocent party. I could lose both K. and L. over this if they found out, and so could S. Even if K. and L. and I managed to patch up our friendship somehow after they found out, things would never be the same between us, and that would mean the foundation of my life was wrecked.
And even if K. were with someone else and S. were single and we met now...well, I'd maybe want to pursue something with him, but I'd also be cautious. After all, I've only ever had sex with one person. S. has had sex with something like 20. He talks about wanting me to do things I've never done, like perform fellatio to ejaculation -- I've performed fellatio but only a few times and then only briefly, never to ejaculation. He wants me to orgasm with him and I've never orgasmed with another person present and can only orgasm if I masturbate through my underwear; I've been masturbating this way since I was a prepubescent 10-year-old and no matter how turned on I am touching my bare clitoris does as much for me as fiddling around with my elbow. I don't think I could fake orgasm convincingly with him seeing as he's so experienced. I've never given a handjob. It's three years since I had partnered sex at all. He wants me to be lubricated vaginally and I know I'd be dry and closed from fear and guilt. And so on and so forth. I feel I'd be a terrible disappointment to him in bed. But I'm scared to tell him how inexperienced I am because I don't want to disappoint him. I feel kind of scared of him in general now but I do still really care about him and want us to be friends and want to help him feel better, and I'm also pretty sensitive to rejection and have had a lot of rejection from crushes so if he went cold on me I know I'd take it badly, all the more so because I wouldn't be able to go to K. or L. for comfort.
At bottom I think that S. is pretty stressed out, having fairly recently, as in about six months ago, quit a substance he was addicted to, and is turning to sexual interaction with me as a way of relieving his stress. I'd like to help him cope with his stress in another way, but I don't know how to address this directly with him, because his rape and other traumas probably mean that he has problems around sex and I really don't want to make those problems any worse or trigger another mental health crisis for him. I also feel like I can understand where S. is coming from up to a point because we both grew up with violence and abuse, although in different ways, and that can make you act horribly sometimes. As a teenager I several times hit back at the blood family members who had been hitting me since I was little and once sent one to the hospital with broken bones. What they did to me wasn't right but what I did wasn't right, either. At the same time...I haven't hit anyone for many years now, for all that I was raised that way. I decided to be the place the violence stopped. And S. is older than me; he's had more time to get his responses to abuse under control.
I feel sad for myself too. I've always wanted a loving romantic relationship in which I'm seen and respected and wanted as the individual person I am but now I feel that's impossible: this is the only time I've ever had a crush reciprocated, and both people who've expressed a sexual interest in me have treated me the same in some bad ways: pressuring me to remove body hair, to dress in ways that go against my gender identity, to take risks with contraception, to have penis-in-anus sex. I feel disillusioned. I have a sex drive but I feel like I don't want anything to do with partnered sex any more. I don't want to play someone's pornified fantasy any more. I don't want to give up my dignity and self-determination for a few scraps of affection.
I should also mention that there are cultural issues at play. S.'s country is one where cheating by men is, if not accepted, often winked at, and where men often expect to be quite demanding about their sexual wants. I have spent years in that country, am very familiar with the culture, speak the language to a fluent idiomatic level, but I grew up in other cultures. I also grew up with much more privilege in terms of basic things like clean water and decent housing, as well as education and access to hegemonic culture in general, than S. has had. So S. and I are operating from somewhat different sets of expectations and I worry that we are talking past each other at times, especially since my Asperger's means that social misunderstandings happen to me a lot! I also think that the advantages I've had over him, for instance that I went to college and he only has an elementary-school education so I know more than he does about many things, mean that he perceives my social handicap as less serious than it is -- he thinks I'm reasonably socially competent, just shy, whereas a person with a similar level of education and privilege to me can see right away that I am quite 'off'.
And as if all that were not enough, S. lives in the US but does not speak English and is in a vulnerable situation regarding paperwork that for everyone's safety I don't want to spell out. (I only feel OK posting this in the first place because I'm posting from a non-US IP address.) I think you will be able to guess what I mean.
Basically I am in way over my head and need some help setting boundaries and extricating myself from a very sticky situation without hurting anybody.
About me: I'm pretty transmasculine-spectrum but am comfortable with my DFAB body and not interested in trans-related hormones or surgery. I'm bi/pan. I'm in my lateish 20s, but I have Asperger's, which among other things means that socioemotionally I'm a bit young for my age. I'm employed, but precariously and not much above minimum wage, and I don't have health insurance. I love history, science, poetry, animals and classical music. I volunteer with kids.
I grew up being physically and emotionally abused by my blood family. The first close, affectionate relationship I ever had was with a friend I made at 14. We became best pals. Let's call her K. (not her real initial). We've stayed very close. She is my real family, my heart family, my sister from another mister. Through her I met another friend, L. K. and L. are both cis het women. The three of us have been a tight, loving chosen family ever since. K. and L. are hugely important to me. I can't overstress this. We argue sometimes and annoy each other sometimes but we make each other very happy all told and I make my major life decisions on the assumption that we will be together and support each other and so do they. We've grown up together and been there for each other through a lot. I'm very lucky to have them both.
My Asperger's meant that I always had difficulty with the social dance of dating, and as I'm secretly something of a hopeless romantic I suffered a bunch of unrequited crushes on girls and guys both. I asked some of these girls and guys on dates but they all turned me down, and some of them made fun of me for asking. My first and so far only everything -- date, kiss, sex etc. -- was four years ago, with a guy I wasn't into physically or emotionally, and who didn't treat me very well. I just dated him because he was the first person ever to ask me on a date. Because I was a kissless virgin closing on my mid-20s, I got pressured, and pressured myself, into catapulting from my first kiss to my first PIV intercourse in under a week -- I never had that gradual sexual learning period a lot of people have in their teens. And I also have never had sex that was connected with genuine mutual affection and care. It was a bad relationship. My boyfriend and I had very little to say to one another and he wasn't respectful of my strong preference for clothing from the men's department and didn't much care about my enjoyment of sex. He also some pressure on me to use the withdrawal method even though I was terrified of pregnancy. I used fertility awareness and insisted on condoms during the riskiest days, but accepted withdrawal the rest of the time, which meant that I was near-constantly anxious, because I really, really don't want to get pregnant and would strongly have preferred condoms always. Because of fear and stress and lack of attraction to him, my vagina would be dry and closed when we had PIV, so that I had to get on top of him and bear down slowly in order to get his penis inside. I know I bear a large share of the responsibility for all this as I never spoke up. I just went along to get along, tried to do whatever he wanted and keep a smile on, because hey, at least I had a boyfriend for once, so I didn't want to mess things up. After a little over a year he broke up with me, and I was deeply sad even though I didn't love him or even like him much, because I figured that had been my one chance at a relationship.
L. is cheerfully promiscuous; K. is one for long-term monogamous relationships and has had several. I've gotten along OK with all of her boyfriends, but we haven't been best buds or anything. Then, three years ago, she met S. He's a cis bi/pan guy 7 years older than us. He and I hit it off. He's from another country in which I've spent long periods of time, so we have that in common. Also I think we recognized each other right away as people who'd been through traumatic childhoods and that that helped to draw us close. He's had a lot of terrible loss in his close relationships and been through a lot of grief, and on top of that one of the many bad things that happened to him when he was a little boy was that he was raped. When he told me I hugged him and cried with him. I felt relatively well able to deal with the situation because L. has also been raped and I was there for her through that. K. also knows about S.'s traumas, of course. Sometimes he gets badly triggered and we both are there for him then. S. has told me that he's been very lonely for most of his life and that I'm his best friend and that he admires me a lot. K. says that she can see that S. sincerely cares about me and that she is glad S. and I are friends because we both need friends.
S. has a lot of great qualities -- he's smart and perceptive and funny and talented and can be very sweet and affectionate and thoughtful. And to be honest, I was somewhat sexually and romantically drawn to him from the beginning. As we got to know each other better he was occasionally slightly flirty with me, which meant that I developed a full-blown crush on him. I felt wistful, wishing I could have a boyfriend like him, and knowing I probably never would. But I reminded myself that I could, at least, be in S.'s life as a friend, as a supportive and caring person he knew he could count on to be around long term. I think he needs someone like that, and so does K., who knows him better than I do. And I also reminded myself he and K. are probably going to be together for the very long haul, and that I'm genuinely happy about that, because they're good together.
Well, they were. It was always obvious to everyone that S. loved K. very much -- he'd get really down if she was annoyed at him, for instance -- and that she was happy with him. But this past year, they had a bunch of fights that K. confided in me about, and K. has become more and more dissatisfied and irritated with the relationship. In the spring something set off a mental health crisis in S. and he repeatedly got drunk and hit on a couple of other women and had panic attacks at work and broke down sobbing at home. After that things calmed down and improved between S. and K. and the summer was good. K. still wants things to work out with S., although she does talk sometimes about maybe breaking up with him. But then, four weeks ago today, S. confessed to me in private that he was attracted to me. To be honest, I was thrilled, because mutual attraction was a thing I had never experienced and assumed I never would experience. I didn't even feel sad that nothing could come of it, just delighted that it had happened, that this had been a part of my life, that I would always be able to remember that it had happened once.
I told S. that I was very flattered and felt the same but that nothing could happen between us because of K. and that we shouldn't discuss the matter again. K. was cheated on seriously by a previous boyfriend and I saw how much that upset her. K. herself has cheated mildly on two boyfriends but only kissing, nothing else, and she has been faithful to S. S. asked me to keep his confession of attraction a secret from K. and I agreed to, even though I had misgivings about doing so. S. cheated in his previous long-term relationship and has had a lot of romantic entanglements from a very young age, seeming to go from one to another with ease. I worry that this is a pattern for him and that K. will end up hurt.
Over the next couple of weeks I kept writing to S, just friendly stuff about how my day had been and so on, to show him everything was OK between us, because he had been worried I was angry at him for what he'd said. He wrote back some similar stuff for a while, but then started talking about how he'd like to kiss me. I said I'd like to kiss him too, but we couldn't do that, because of K. Then he started talking about how he'd like to do other sexual stuff with me. He said it would be OK to hide that from K. because we'd just be best friends with benefits and it wouldn't be romantic and we weren't going to fall in love -- but he then proceeded to call me romantic endearments and tell me he wanted me to buy him some jewellery so he could have a part of me always with him. I told him his logic about cheating and romance was off to say the least, but then I just...went along with it. I allowed things to evolve into heavy-duty sexual talk with him masturbating while we chatted online. I didn't masturbate, because although I felt initially aroused I then felt really bad and guilty because of K. so I just kept messaging to get S. off, telling him I liked it but really waiting for it to be over. That's how it used to be when I had sex with my ex-boyfriend -- I'd just be working to get him off, waiting for it to be over, feeling unhappy but pasting on a smile. It wasn't nice to be reminded of that, and really I think that even if S. and I were in an exclusive romantic relationship I'd feel kind of weird about sending explicitly sexual messages like those. I'm not keen on that kind of thing. But then S. wanted us to masturbate on webcam together and I unhappily went along with that too, putting on a fakey naked show for him while he masturbated twice. I was so upset about this the next day that I threw up.
I am out of town, indeed out of the country, for a couple of months but S. asked me to have sex with him when I come back, to have a long-term friends-with-benefits thing in fact, and I said I would because the attention and affection felt good and I do find S. attractive and I have never so much as kissed anyone I actually found attractive so I thought for a moment that maybe doing it once would be OK -- fooling myself and justifying my wrong behavior, as you do! But then S. started talking about stuff that I REALLY don't want to do. He said he trims his pubic hair and would like me to trim mine. I very strongly prefer to leave all my body hair where it is. He said he wanted me to wear lingerie. I very strongly prefer to wear men's underpants and plain bras. He said he had had a clear STI screening so he and I should buy a cervical cap so we can have penis-in-vagina sex without a condom. I think cervical barriers are cool and underused but I definitely would want to start out using condoms. He said we should have penis-in-anus sex, which I also SO don't want to do. I said I wasn't sure about that. He said he'd be very gentle and careful and affectionate it would be OK. At that point something clicked for me. K. and S. use condoms as contraception and K. once told me that she and S. had had penis-in-anus sex one time but that she had disliked it and they hadn't done it since. I understood then that S. wants to use me as an outlet for the sexual fantasies that K. will not fulfill for him.
And man, does that feel gross. The whole situation feels gross and I still feel physically queasy. For all that he's genuinely fond of me I feel that S. is being somewhat sexually overbearing with me. K. says he pushes her boundaries sometimes, not sexually but otherwise, and I see now what she means. And I'm going behind K.'s back and so is S. She loves both of us and while she doesn't entirely trust S., she trusts me implicitly. She would be really upset if she knew, as would L. -- L. loves and is loyal to both K. and me but she'd most likely side with K. as I'm the one doing wrong here and K. is the innocent party. I could lose both K. and L. over this if they found out, and so could S. Even if K. and L. and I managed to patch up our friendship somehow after they found out, things would never be the same between us, and that would mean the foundation of my life was wrecked.
And even if K. were with someone else and S. were single and we met now...well, I'd maybe want to pursue something with him, but I'd also be cautious. After all, I've only ever had sex with one person. S. has had sex with something like 20. He talks about wanting me to do things I've never done, like perform fellatio to ejaculation -- I've performed fellatio but only a few times and then only briefly, never to ejaculation. He wants me to orgasm with him and I've never orgasmed with another person present and can only orgasm if I masturbate through my underwear; I've been masturbating this way since I was a prepubescent 10-year-old and no matter how turned on I am touching my bare clitoris does as much for me as fiddling around with my elbow. I don't think I could fake orgasm convincingly with him seeing as he's so experienced. I've never given a handjob. It's three years since I had partnered sex at all. He wants me to be lubricated vaginally and I know I'd be dry and closed from fear and guilt. And so on and so forth. I feel I'd be a terrible disappointment to him in bed. But I'm scared to tell him how inexperienced I am because I don't want to disappoint him. I feel kind of scared of him in general now but I do still really care about him and want us to be friends and want to help him feel better, and I'm also pretty sensitive to rejection and have had a lot of rejection from crushes so if he went cold on me I know I'd take it badly, all the more so because I wouldn't be able to go to K. or L. for comfort.
At bottom I think that S. is pretty stressed out, having fairly recently, as in about six months ago, quit a substance he was addicted to, and is turning to sexual interaction with me as a way of relieving his stress. I'd like to help him cope with his stress in another way, but I don't know how to address this directly with him, because his rape and other traumas probably mean that he has problems around sex and I really don't want to make those problems any worse or trigger another mental health crisis for him. I also feel like I can understand where S. is coming from up to a point because we both grew up with violence and abuse, although in different ways, and that can make you act horribly sometimes. As a teenager I several times hit back at the blood family members who had been hitting me since I was little and once sent one to the hospital with broken bones. What they did to me wasn't right but what I did wasn't right, either. At the same time...I haven't hit anyone for many years now, for all that I was raised that way. I decided to be the place the violence stopped. And S. is older than me; he's had more time to get his responses to abuse under control.
I feel sad for myself too. I've always wanted a loving romantic relationship in which I'm seen and respected and wanted as the individual person I am but now I feel that's impossible: this is the only time I've ever had a crush reciprocated, and both people who've expressed a sexual interest in me have treated me the same in some bad ways: pressuring me to remove body hair, to dress in ways that go against my gender identity, to take risks with contraception, to have penis-in-anus sex. I feel disillusioned. I have a sex drive but I feel like I don't want anything to do with partnered sex any more. I don't want to play someone's pornified fantasy any more. I don't want to give up my dignity and self-determination for a few scraps of affection.
I should also mention that there are cultural issues at play. S.'s country is one where cheating by men is, if not accepted, often winked at, and where men often expect to be quite demanding about their sexual wants. I have spent years in that country, am very familiar with the culture, speak the language to a fluent idiomatic level, but I grew up in other cultures. I also grew up with much more privilege in terms of basic things like clean water and decent housing, as well as education and access to hegemonic culture in general, than S. has had. So S. and I are operating from somewhat different sets of expectations and I worry that we are talking past each other at times, especially since my Asperger's means that social misunderstandings happen to me a lot! I also think that the advantages I've had over him, for instance that I went to college and he only has an elementary-school education so I know more than he does about many things, mean that he perceives my social handicap as less serious than it is -- he thinks I'm reasonably socially competent, just shy, whereas a person with a similar level of education and privilege to me can see right away that I am quite 'off'.
And as if all that were not enough, S. lives in the US but does not speak English and is in a vulnerable situation regarding paperwork that for everyone's safety I don't want to spell out. (I only feel OK posting this in the first place because I'm posting from a non-US IP address.) I think you will be able to guess what I mean.
Basically I am in way over my head and need some help setting boundaries and extricating myself from a very sticky situation without hurting anybody.