I 20m am 6’3” 300 pounds with size 13-15 feet. My hands are huge but my penis is below average at 4”long and 4” in circumference. I was circumcised as a baby and grew up obese and still am obese. I feel like crap thinking abt how things could be different if I didn’t grow up obese or circumcised. My only hope is if I do lose weight, more of my penis will come out. The saying “Comparison is the thief of joy.” really is true.

Growing up I was exposed to pornography at a very early age and was addicted to masturbating and would do it almost everyday. It slowed down for a bit but continued throughout my high school years. The amount of times is probably over 1000 just in highschool alone not even including life after highschool. So this has probably also affected my penile growth.

I just feel not good enough considering i’m fat with a small penis. I have a girlfriend and she doesn’t mind it and has never said it was small, but her previous ex was 7 inches… and the thought of that kills me. She also said smt along the lines of “the bigger ones hurt” to me 😂✌️. When I first got with my girlfriend, I quit porn and masturbation for a good while but have slowly gotten back into it for a temporary escape because of my feelings.

I’m trying to better myself by watching my diet and working out at the gym, but knowing I can’t change anything about my size really kills me and affects the way I think and the way I feel about myself. I’ve had depression since the 4th grade because of bullying and my situation doesn’t help that.

I just wish one day I could wake up and everything be different. Life the past year has felt so bad(life after high school)

I’m in between the feeling of existential dread and acceptance over it but can never solidify my feelings on one or the other. If I lose weight maybe it’ll get longer but it won’t get thicker. Is there anyone out there that has experienced maybe not all of these things at once but individual things (obesity, porn addiction, small penis) what did you do to make yourself feel better and if you were overweight and lost weight did it get bigger when you did lose weight?

Any words or advice helps

Thank you for reading, advice from anyone experiencing a similar situation would help a lot 🙏

Sex is a very intimate thing for me. I don’t want or get into hookups, pornography, short term dating. I thought someday that I’d meet a woman like myself, but I’m too old now.

The western world has normalized and injected sexuality in everything, to the point where my feelings are alien to most people. The exception is women in religious circles, who usually are married earlier than most. I don’t think it would be fair to anyone for me to pretend to find god for a woman.

I feel very alone and prepared for a future that was never coming. That’s it.

We just had to put our dog down tonight because I hit her with the car 😭😭 she was old, 15-17 years old, deaf and mostly blind from cataracts probably (had that white color in her eyes) I had just dropped the kids off at the house to go back and spend time with the wife and some friends… forgot I let her out since I was cleaning up a mess from our cats…. Backed up and her her yelping 😭 saw her looking at me under the front of the van and I backed up for some reason afterwards and just picked her up and brought her in to her blanket in the kitchen and had our middle child stay with her so she wasn’t alone in pain (and hoping the worst didn’t happen while she was keeping her company)… sped all the way to my wife and told her, she had to call our daughter that was 30-45 minutes away minimum because I couldn’t bring myself to at the time since it was her dog… wife called the vet and we knew what was needed to be done with internal injuries….the vet even said he wasn’t sure if he could find a vein at first because of the internal bleeding 😭 luckily he was able to the first time, and it was quick… I just hate she was in pain for so long even if it was just an hour and a half… she lived a great life though! RIP Dixie 🥰🫂😭😭

I don't know how to say this. I am new to Redditt and never posted like this before. The community which I belong to has arrange marriages quite common. Parents arranged this girl for me and it felt ok at the beginning. We have our Courtship period of about 10 months. During that period at around 3rd or 4rth month, I felt something strange. She was so available at the start, like love bombing, but afterwards it was a bit slow. I understood that we were in different time zones and both are working and its fine.

Afterwards, her male friends. She has many male friends. It kind of bothered me. When I asked her, she said womens are not good friends (like they are jealous of each other). She drinks along with her friends(male friends) and on many occassions. I thought for once in August to break it off but I didn't. I started ignoring her and kept the focus on my shit. She felt it and said that you llok sad I am coming over to Australia.

She came in September, and I brought her flowers. The reaction was terrible. She said she does not like flowers, I mean appreciate the gesture for once. She is quite controlling as we have started living together, such a social media addict. She is setting up her boundaries quite straight. I don't feel like coming home after work these says. I am working more hours and picking up more work as she cannot work atm (does not have any work visa). Her birthday is coming up and she wanted an S26 Ultra.

I have been living single for like a decade. Is it something familiar?

Should I be worried? Is my single life is the reason that I have trouble adjusting? Or is she is a Narcissist person? I mean she fucking cooks me dinner and tell me 10 times, us should not eat that much, look out for your weight. FMD I am working hard on site, no one sees that. I am in a dilemma mate, I don't know if this relation is gonna work or not.

41yr m

This was the 2nd relationship of my life. Only lasted a few months My previous was 6.

My previous was abusive emotionally and manipulative. I believe she had bpd and I TRIED to get her help but she was unwilling. I cared for her and stayed longer than I should have.

My second recent relationship was better but here is where a massive problem I have is manifesting.

I don't know how to have sex. My previous partner was rarely intimate with me and every time she was always in control she would not let me do anything myself. I never figured anything out

With this recent partner I could not figure out the basics beyond foreplay and she just was very frustrated, understandably. It didn't work out. She has moved on and found someone new but now I am left here feeling like I'm not even a man.

I'm deathly afraid of women. They've never been attracted to me already and now if I ever did get to that point I'd just be a frustration for them and I'd be right back here. I'm now in my 40s and don't know how to do intercourse

Should I just give up with everything? I am not going to see a sex worker I'm sorry.

I just feel so insignificant.

I have a pretty good list of what I want out of a relationship: a traveling companion, a best friend, a source of emotional intimacy, and physical affection. I can visualize the ways in which a relationship could provide these things in ways I can't replicate in my single life.

Yet, I find that the more measured and diverse my fulfillment becomes, the less existential yearning I feel for a relationship. If I go to a rave, I know how much more fun it is to go with a partner. But then I think about how... lightweight and agile I feel outside of a relationship. And it's not to say I think "meh most women are high maintenance, why bother?" It's more like going out with ANYONE and making decisions is like turning an aircraft carrier while I can just turn on a dime.

So what is this? Is it nervous system healing that still has to happen before the thought of steering that ship is less daunting?

I just want to fucking die. Every day when I'm driving to work at 5am, I think about how fucking pointless my life, wishing something would happen to me: car crash, cancer, random attack, etc.

I don't think I have what it takes to actually kill myself and I feel fucking trapped. But I want to. I want to so goddamn badly. The other day I was watching Breaking Bad and the scene where Gail gets shot made me think "I fucking wish that could happen to me" or I see some news story about how this "25 year old was killed..." all I think is "fucking lucky"

Didn't have a single, committed, fulfilling relationship at all from 19 - now (30). Had random, meaningless flings once in a blue moon throughout my twenties, usually a year apart. from 2020 - 2024 I didn't have one single instance of physical intimacy. Haven't had sex, a cuddle, kiss, etc. since November of 2024.

Plus Im just a goddamn store manager in Silicon Valley/SF bay area @ like 90k (gross) per year. The women in this area aren't going to waste their time on me when every other man in this area is probably killing it. I've gone on the apps (Bumble, Hinge, etc.) and get a lot of matches, but all these ladies are attorneys, programmers, engineers, etc. To think that I even stand a chance at finding love here is laughable. Plus I currently live at home with my parents (saving up/paying down debts to move out hopefully early next year).

Tried therapy, psychiatry/psychiatric medications, meditation, exercise, quit drinking (almost 3 years), don't really smoke weed anymore, get OK sleep. Still can't put myself out there. Well, more accurately, Im just so fucking depressed that I don't do anything aside from just lay in bed alllllllll fucking day.

There's too much to the story of how I/depression completely ruined my life, I can't fit it all into a post on reddit.

But dude, I haven't felt truly happy in years. Nothing interests me anymore. I've tried every piece of advice Im sure all of you are about to say and nothing changes.

Life isn't worth living when you're like me. I have no friends, havent been with a woman in almost 2 years, live in one of the most expensive places in the fuckin country. I know I should move away from this area, but I just accepted this new position and if I do well and exceed here, then the potential for the future is very good.

It just feels like I'm running out of time to find love. that's all I really want: just a good person to spend my weekends with; someone to be sweet to; someone that excites me and makes me feel alive. But I just feel like its never going to happen for me. And it feels like the older I get, the less exciting, meaningful, and passionate it'll be.

I just want to fucking die so goddamn bad. I dont want to be here anymore and havent for a long time and theres no point in continuing when life is just so bleak, boring, and uninteresting.

Idk why tf im writing this here. I know nobody will read this far; I know noone can say anything that'll just change the game for me. I know noones coming to save me.

It just hurts so bad to see everybody else on the fucking planet enjoy all the most beautiful aspects of life. Everyone around me has at least one of the "big 3": a partner, social circle, or a decent job. Most people have 2 of 3, and looooots of people (especially in my area) have all fucking 3.

I dont want to live, i dont want to live, i dont want to live, i dont want to live. Please fucking somebody just come through and fucking kill me.

This weekend I wanted to have the best weekend ever, I had been through so much. Between my car being stolen, robbed of my phone more than anyone should have, robbed of my job because of the car being stolen, and held at gun point and robbed of every penny I had. I can’t even replace my Driver License. I can’t get anywhere because all my “Friends” won’t talk because I don’t have a car. Great news they found it! No the person who took it totaled my car. I have been through the wringer and not seeing a light anywhere! Im at my end, Im at the point of no return and people just keep making it worse. Every time I try and make it better they pull me back down. Im about to say goodbye to everyone. Im about to kiss my mother for the last time. Im close to seeing my dad and grandma again. One more push and I’ll be going. Thank you for breaking a person with a huge heart.

I don't want to be just some stupid place holder. I don't want to ask someone out and be rejected again and again. I'm so sick of just being the worlds best friend for fucking everyone and being such a good person just to be not enough again. It hurts so much to not understand what's the issue is. It just scares me, why is it something so natural and easy for so many and impossible for me? I tried so many things and it just seems so meaningless. Why is the only thing I really wished for impossible for me? I don't want to be my best for everyone around me too. I don't want to care just to be forgotten by everyone else. I'm just a giant mistake. I lost so much and to suffer so long, why don't I get a single bit of happiness. Why do I have to be supportive to everybody when people let me rot away anyway. I just want to understand it. If that's what life has chosen for me fine, but then I don't have to be a fucking part of it.

I’m writing this drunk, depressed, realizing how little I mean. I wish I could be loved the way I love others. I wish I didn’t fail, I wish my fiancée didn’t get that abortion, have those miscarriages. I wish I wasn’t falsely accused of S.A when I was 21. I’m only 22 feeling like it needs to end. Like life is one big shit show. Why can’t I skip to the credits. Why can’t I end up dead, get hit by a car anything. I can’t stand myself. I lost all my hopes and aspirations, my fiancée is fixing her life which means less calls and texts. I don’t want to be alone but I don’t want to stifle her growth. I’m 22 in court waiting to see if my life ends. Why can’t I just take it. I wish I had any help. I already damaged it that even if I come out of this proven innocent, I ruined my credit, my friendships, everything. I’d be better off gone.

For the last few months I've been doing TNR and feral kitten rescue, and the lack of support and help is one thing, but the outright hostility and interference is another.

We have 7 kittens inside, 3 we bonded with and will keep, the other 4 we're socialising to adopt out. 7 kittens is a lot to feed and they all eat much more than an adult cat. We're also feeding two recovering adults outside since they got spayed.

Just to keep it short, we've had zero actual help from literally every organisation within miles, no help from the local municipality even though it's their responsibility, we have family trying to kick us out, vets mishandling our cats and being pricks in various ways, my partner's work threatening to fire him when he takes any to the vet, and some crazy woman coming to feed the cats bones with maggots all over them. I mean what the fuck? Is this what humanity is?

One of our kittens would have 100% died if we hadn't rescued him, others probably would have too, and the adults are so bloated with parasites that they look pregnant but they aren't! And we legit get people saying "it's just nature, don't get so upset, they won't make it anyway." They will if we do something man. Which I'M doing. Fuck you.

I don't even expect help at this point I just don't understand why everyone is so hostile. We have been so let down I just don't trust anyone at all anymore.

I don't like to complain. I don't like to ask for help. I just want to deal with life, handle my responsibilities then retreat to some state of being where I can switch off all the negative. It used to be that I could.

I just can't find a state of rest anymore. My wife and son help by simply existing, but the exhaustion is just piling up regardless. I hate my job with all I have right now. I dread going back there every day. Even if I could quit, I'd just be doing the same thing for someone else. Just the thought of going in fills me with such anxiety that I don't sleep some days.

I do not believe for a second that any other career path would hire me. At 44 y/o, no one is hiring some worn out, mentally exhausted, unskilled dirtbag to do anything but manual labor which I am just no longer suited to. I'm only suited to working behind the scenes, away from people.

I don't think of myself as suicidal, but I have been fantasizing about dying just so this stops. Just so I can be at rest. My mentality of the loving husband and father is so weary that I just dream the day it all stops. I know some people want others to miss them when they go. I just want to not have to keep carrying this weight. It'll never stop til I'm gone though.

I don't really know what I expect from writing this. Maybe just putting it into words as a way of organizing my feelings. I realize I am nothing more than a tool to be used by others. Just like a cow awaiting the slaughter. Ready for this to stop.

I don't really know where to post this, but I just need to get it off my chest

I was with my fiancée for over 8 years. We had a child together, and we'd been engaged for the past few years. After she got pregnant and had our son, I was there for his birth. I eventually moved in with her and her family because I wanted us to be together raising this beautiful little boy and have a happy family.

I had my own place and a good job before that, but I gave it all up because I loved her and I loved our son. I wanted to build a life with them.

Things started getting difficult later on. Her family is very dysfunctional, and I also had a drinking problem at the time. Those things didn't mix well. I got a job there that I hated, but eventually found a second part-time job and started feeling like things were looking up.

Then one night, we got into a very bad fight. Things became physical between both of us, and I ended up going to jail. I didn't want to press charges because I was terrified of what would happen to our son and didn't want him ending up in the care of her parents, who I felt had their own serious issues. Eventually, she dropped the charges.

After that, I ended up homeless for a while and eventually stayed with a family member. We eventually made up and continued seeing each other whenever we could, even though we were living about an hour and a half apart.

I got another job, and things started looking up again. I started making plans for us to finally have our own place. About a year later, I got an even better job and worked both jobs for a while before eventually leaving the worse one when my better job gave me full-time hours.

The entire time, I was saving money for one thing: getting a place where the three of us could finally be together again.

That was what kept me going every day.

I'd picture the three of us being happy, living together, and finally having the family life I'd wanted for so long. I'd think about them constantly while I was working and tell myself that all the hard work would be worth it because I was doing it for them.

Then, about two months ago, I FINALLY got approved for a really nice two-bedroom apartment.

I was on top of the world.

My son was going to have his own room. We'd have our own bedroom. We were finally going to have a home together.

Except when I told her, she didn't seem excited.

Something just felt...off.

Whenever I'd talk about our apartment, us finally being together, or going shopping together to pick things out for OUR new place, I'd get almost no emotion from her. Sometimes she'd respond with things like, "Whatever you want" or "Nobody cares what I want."

We weren't constantly fighting. Nothing obvious had happened. But she started texting less and eventually seemed to mostly contact me when she needed money.

Looking back, there were obviously red flags. At the time, though, I didn't really see them because I genuinely believed we were finally going to be together again and everything was going to work out.

Boy, was I wrong.

About a month ago, she sent me a long message. Part of it got cut off, but she basically told me that she finally had a chance to be independent and get away from everyone. She said she wasn't going to tell me where she was going and that she'd never forget the connection and love we had, and the love I had for our son.

Then she told me something I never expected to hear.

She said my son wasn't biologically mine.

For over four years, I believed he was my son.

I was there for his birth. I helped raise him. I loved him. I planned my entire life around him.

And suddenly, not only had I lost the future I thought I was finally about to have with the two people I loved most, but I was being told that the little boy I'd considered my son for more than four years wasn't biologically mine.

Apparently, she ran off to another state to be with some random guy.

I don't even know how to describe what that feels like.

And then just a few days ago, she started sending me money requests through the app we used, saying they were for our son. Then she started putting mean and threatening messages in the requests. I blocked her on the money app, and she tried contacting me through social media, so I blocked her there too.

Now I'm sitting here trying to figure out how I'm supposed to process all of this.

I went from spending every day working toward getting a home for the three of us, imagining my son having his own bedroom and finally having our family together, to sitting here alone in that apartment wondering what the hell happened.

I don't really have friends. I don't have much family I can vent to either, so I don't really have anyone to sit down with and tell all of this to.

And that's probably part of why I'm writing this.

I don't necessarily want advice. I don't even know what I want anyone to say. I think I just needed somewhere to tell somebody what happened because keeping all of this inside has been eating me alive.

If you actually took the time to read all of this, thank you.

Disclaimer: I’m not looking for any relationship or dating advice. I just want to share some of the pain I’ve been carrying.

I had asthma during my school days, and it really affected my studies. Those health problems eventually went away, and overall I’m doing okay health-wise now, but the impact they had on my education and career has stayed with me. I’m still jobless because of how badly that period affected my life and career.

On top of that, I’ve never had a girlfriend or even dated anyone. Everywhere I look, I see people in relationships, and honestly, it hurts a lot. It feels like a constant reminder of something I’ve never experienced.

I’m 24 now, and lately I’ve started feeling like I’m already too late in life. I know 24 might not sound old to other people, but when you’ve spent years watching other people move forward while you feel stuck, it can become incredibly painful. Sometimes the hopelessness gets so overwhelming that I don’t even feel like living anymore.

I’m not posting this because I want advice on how to get into a relationship or start dating. I just needed somewhere to say this out loud and get some of the pain I’ve been carrying off my chest.

I’m a 31 year old recovering drug addict (2.5 years sober) and I want nothing more from life than to have a family of my own. I want to be a dad more than anything in the world. I live in a small town and have a decent job but don’t make nearly enough money to afford ever having a child with another man. Sometimes I just feel like if if I were attracted to women I would’ve found someone to settle down with and start a family with by now. I get to hang out with my best friend all the time and her kids see me as their uncle and I love them so much , same goes for my actual nieces and nephew. But Sometimes after spending time with them (on a night like tonight ) I just get a little sad when I’m going bed thinking about how I have no significant other or wonderful kids of my own.