I grew up with a mother that beat me until I was 12-13, thankfully I entered puberty early and started to pose a physical threat. At this point, she resorted to tearing me down emotionally and socially sequestering me. My father was always too busy to notice or simply didn't care that all this was going on. At 18 i had had enough and cut my wrists. I survived but chose to make myself numb to everything around me by asking my parents to put me on a variety of psychiatric medications. I also essentially became asexual, thinking that all women were somewhat like my mother, (stereotypical I know, but whatever). I gradually weaned off to only one medication a day, and last year I moved out of my parent's house and met some really amazing people. They've helped me to realize that trusting people isn't some foolhardy endeavor. The only issue is that in allowing myself to feel again, I find myself in the position of being 23 and a virgin because every time I'm with a woman, they'll see my scars, freak out and leave. At this point I just am at my wit's end, maybe I should just realize I'm going to be alone. I honestly don't know why I'm posting this, maybe I just needed to get this off my chest.