Incel Due to Trauma
I have a general dislike of women, and the idea of getting close to women is freaky and makes me feel vulnerable. They seem like they'll bully me or use whatever I tell them as a weapon. They love to socialize and will tell everyone your deepest secrets. They will show disgust if you show them any weakness or share with them your vulnerabilities. This itself could end the relationship. This means you have to wear a mask around women and can't be genuine with them. I know not all women are like this, but it seems like the majority of them are. I am 25 years old, and although I've had hot girls crush on me in high school, I've never had a girlfriend.
I grew up with my adoptive father and my grandma. There was rage in the household every day from my grandma. I will never forget the pitch of her voice changing as the rage built up in her. She would also hit my dad. I was always terrified of her. She didn't respect my privacy or any boundaries and told me I had no right to myself or my room. Whenever I would take action against her bullshit, she would always flip the script and try to paint herself as the victim. She was a cunt. She made me feel ashamed for what was just normal child retaliation against her actions. My dad, on the other hand, was very loving and caring and had shown respect towards me.
I remember having a female friend in fifth grade and randomly getting pissed off at her and telling her to take her shirt off once, but not for sexual reasons, but because I knew this would make her feel bad. I imagined she was giving me the middle finger. She was my friend, and we had some cute interactions together. I got angry at her for no reason. I also remember lightly squeezing one of my pet hedgehogs when I was 18 when I thought he was a girl. It was a sick act, even though I didn't permanently harm him. He ended up being my favorite hedgehog from the two I had. I feel a lot of guilt and shame from these acts.
I grew up with my adoptive father and my grandma. There was rage in the household every day from my grandma. I will never forget the pitch of her voice changing as the rage built up in her. She would also hit my dad. I was always terrified of her. She didn't respect my privacy or any boundaries and told me I had no right to myself or my room. Whenever I would take action against her bullshit, she would always flip the script and try to paint herself as the victim. She was a cunt. She made me feel ashamed for what was just normal child retaliation against her actions. My dad, on the other hand, was very loving and caring and had shown respect towards me.
I remember having a female friend in fifth grade and randomly getting pissed off at her and telling her to take her shirt off once, but not for sexual reasons, but because I knew this would make her feel bad. I imagined she was giving me the middle finger. She was my friend, and we had some cute interactions together. I got angry at her for no reason. I also remember lightly squeezing one of my pet hedgehogs when I was 18 when I thought he was a girl. It was a sick act, even though I didn't permanently harm him. He ended up being my favorite hedgehog from the two I had. I feel a lot of guilt and shame from these acts.