Dear GYE Chevra,
I have not written anything of substance in a long time. Actually, I doubt there will be any real substance here, either. I'm just feeling so blue and down and depressed that it's affecting everything I do and I have no one to share it with. I retired recently and now I have a lot of time on my hands. I want to use the time wisely, so I decided I would use it to do the Torah learning I never really had the time or energy to do before. I got off to a decent start, very excited about it and it really made me feel awesome. I remember thinking how amazing it was that it just energized me and I felt so productive. I even remember telling my wife that when one of my sadder family circumstances would start to make me feel really down, if I would just pick up a sefer and start reading, I would immediately feel better. So why do I seem unable (read unwilling) to follow that pattern now? Why am I choosing to just sit in my sadness and waste my precious days? I'm not such a young man. Who knows how much time I have left. I don't want to waste any of it feeling bad, so why am I allowing it?
I am devastated by the fact that my only remaining living biological child has chosen not to speak to me for the past 7 months. I have been blocked on his phone and I cannot reach him, and he is not reaching out to me. He is doing this because he thinks I am being unkind to my sister, who pretty much has no one in the world now. He doesn't seem to understand that my sister has been horrible to me my entire life. She has serious mental health problems, which I could manage. However, she is also extremely mean and vicious. We were never, ever close and she has tortured me my entire life. I long ago put up a wall to protect myself from the toxicity. She even prevented me from attending our mother's levaya! There is a reason why she has no one now that my parents are both gone. That didn't happen by itself. But my son only sees that I have a marriage (not to his mother) and a family who cares about me and his poor aunt is all alone and has nobody and I am being a "terrible, terrible person" for not swooping in to be there for her.
The truth is, I was prepared to reach out an olive branch once my mother died because I am NOT mean and vicious and I am NOT a terrible person and I DO have sympathy and rachmanus on her. But then all the nasty goings on around my mother's funeral was just the last straw and I knew I could not engage with her. All of this has been explained ad nauseum to my son over the past 10 years and he has always reassured me that he completely understood that I needed to protect my own mental health. In fact, he would often ask me why I keep telling him, when he, himself, had frequently told me to step back for my own safety. Then ON THE DAY MY MOTHER DIES, he cuts me off and I haven't heard from him since. I had a very difficult relationship with my mother, as well, as she was a narcissist and did a lot of damage to me, my sister, and my father, but in the last months of her life, I finally broke through and we had some good interactions. Yet when, on the day she died, I tired to share how happy I was that I had gotten to have those few visits that were good and I got to be loving and kind to her and she was kind to me, he bit my head off saying that I didn't do **** for 10 years!! He KNEW I was doing the best I could and trying to be the best son I could be under the circumstances. When my mother was alone and needed help, my sister was living with her and caring for her. Had she not had my sister there, I would have made absolute sure my mother had EVERYTHING she needed. Baruch Hashem, she had my sister.
So I feel misjudged and abandoned by my only remaining living child (I had another child who passed away in a tragic accident) and I AM DEVASTATED. I have had to face the fact over the past 10 years that he is not the person I thought he was and hoped he would be. He lacks warmth and is highly judgmental and he has been relentlessly hard on me. It's probably for the best that I not interact with him at this point but these realizations are terribly painful.
Anyway, that is fueling my current bout of depression and anxiety which is, in turn, I believe fueling my difficult time resisting turning to porn and masturbation to soothe myself. I'm fighting like crazy, I'm wasting my days, I'm feeling sorry for myself for being saddled with the nisayon of SSA to the exclusion of attraction to women. HASHEM, WHY DID YOU GIVE ME THIS? ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO BE NORMAL. WHY DID I NEED THIS SEXUAL PERVERSION IN ADDITION TO THE HORRIBLY DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILY GROWING UP?
I apologize for the long post. For those who didn't read it, I don't blame you. For those who did, thank you for giving me a place to express my feelings.