
Haven't had one of these threads in a long time |
How deep? |
Ok sure this is anonymous right? I realized in my early 50s that I am bisexual. Female, now 60. It's just so wild. I wonder if other people in my life might suspect. |
Uh. You know this happens to every woman, right? |
What do you mean? |
No it doesn’t. You are bi. |
NP. I’d wager the majority of us. |
You first, op. |
Yeah, set the tone for the rest of us. I got some good ones. |
Hmmm… I’m a 50 year old female and am not attracted to women. |
I hit my autistic/ADHD child when he was little. It wasn’t a spanking as a prescribed punishment. I just lost my sh!t. He’s in his late teens now, and I’ve apologized multiple times. I still feel so ashamed any time he brings it up. DH and the other kids pretend it never even happened. |
yet |
I having been in an affair with my coworker for a year. It’s been an amazing year and our little world is pure happiness. |
I am on a home program of exercises for PFT for urinary leaks. I am supposed to be including use of vaginal weights. I moved up to level 4 and seem to be doing worse with it each day. Discouraged, I sloughed off on that and Kegels for 3 days.
This morning I had a fairly full bladder but went out to move the hose watering the back yard started leaking badly, couldn't stop, ended up just squatting and emptying my bladder on the walkway. |
I want a relationship with a man but I'm so completely tired and used up from parenting my teens, taking care of my house, and trying to re-establish sustainable income. I feel stuck in a pit that I don't know how to get out of. I do everything solo. I try to not feel the loneliness too bad but at this point I just want help. Like a parallel parent to share the work with. To handle the jobs when I'm inpatient or frustrated. Instead I do everything and I often just completely hate it all. More miserable = even harder to find any capacity for dating or people in general.
Thankfully (?) most of my problems could be solved by money. But ugh do I ever want to move forward onward and upward and not alone. But my misery is my secret. |