Most Unassuming Doggo
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I've accumulated some psychological problems over the years (trust issues, paranoia, depression, social anxiety, etc.) from a lot of different stressors (rough upbringing, family issues, repressive environment, etc.). I was busy enough to not dwell on it too much in college, but they're starting to come to a head now that I'm out on my own in the real world.
My close friends are recommending I talk to a therapist. None of them know I'm a zoo, and I don't know if any of them should know that right now. The local furry community (including myself and all my friends) has already had enough zoo fiascos recently. Zoophilia is a felony in my state: 5 years of prison, 3 year statute of limitations. I don't want to have my life ruined by someone on Twitter with a loud mouth and an axe to grind.
The last time I revealed this to anyone was after my parents found [zoo] porn on my phone when I was 17 and learned I had been having sex with our pet lab. Within a few months, they blackmailed me with it. I don't think I've ever felt more scared or powerless since then. (I guess that might explain the trust issues.)
I'd be lying if I said I was anything other than terrified. I don't want to have some therapist say I'm "broken", try to reprogram my sexuality, or make me take pills. My living situation isn't conducive to owning animals right now, but who knows what would happen if I found a dog while in therapy?
I don't know what to do anymore.
Help me out here?
My close friends are recommending I talk to a therapist. None of them know I'm a zoo, and I don't know if any of them should know that right now. The local furry community (including myself and all my friends) has already had enough zoo fiascos recently. Zoophilia is a felony in my state: 5 years of prison, 3 year statute of limitations. I don't want to have my life ruined by someone on Twitter with a loud mouth and an axe to grind.
The last time I revealed this to anyone was after my parents found [zoo] porn on my phone when I was 17 and learned I had been having sex with our pet lab. Within a few months, they blackmailed me with it. I don't think I've ever felt more scared or powerless since then. (I guess that might explain the trust issues.)
I'd be lying if I said I was anything other than terrified. I don't want to have some therapist say I'm "broken", try to reprogram my sexuality, or make me take pills. My living situation isn't conducive to owning animals right now, but who knows what would happen if I found a dog while in therapy?
I don't know what to do anymore.
Help me out here?
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