Does being hypersexual mean I'm bipolar?

You and me both. I only came here to see what was up with me without having to go to a doc and talk about my feelings and then get prescribed something.

Maybe you should've read the rules before you signed up then.

Nobody here can diagnose you.

The only way you're going to get a definitive answer is by going to the doctor. If you don't want medication, you can tell that to your doctor; he or she can't force you to take medication if you don't want it. And if he or she prescribes you medication anyway, you are not obligated to pick it up. So you can still talk about your horny issues.

Edit: what if the issue is health related and it's dangerous? You'll never know unless you go to the doctor

Why is it that the most ridiculous & annoying posts sometimes get the most replies?

Because we're bored and can't help but jump in the cesspool.

That and it seems we quite like to talk about sex.

Still sounding like a typical, horned up teenager who won't listen to reasonable advice.

My point exactly!! What if it's a PHYSICAL disease/disorder that might need to be treated and might be dangerous? But Horny won't see a doctor or get treated.

Lol! Appears true, doesn't it?

This young man is lacking insight. I think members are trying to help him with that, seemingly to no avail?

What I read on the site here is that bipolar disease causes a lot of symptoms. You'd have to talk openly to a professional - doctor or psychologist, for example- about all of your symptoms. I do not think that you should try to diagnose yourself or call yourself this or that - if you think you need help, you need to above all see a professional - psychiatrist of psychologist.

This is why I shouldn't have came here. This isn't the typical horny kid behavior.

Thank you all for the help and to those complaining about my post I have a solution, next time don't come here.

Jesus-F-Kreest! This kid isn’t bipolar! Hypersexual behaviour DOES NOT mean that someone is bipolar! Why do we sick-effes gather here? Why do people feel the need to let everyone know the dozens of psych meds? Who and what does that help? It feeds the egos of the “I’m so effing effed up than any one of you other crazy effes.”

These types of suggestions perpetuate a puritanical attitude about sex. If you want to cum more than the average Joe and Jill, ya gotta be some kind of sick, right?

Absolutely not! What is sick is to suggest that a teen is bipolar because he or she seeks acceptable sexual pleasure with a greater frequency than his peers.

No, no and no. The accepted criteria has absolutely nothing to say about hypersexual behaviour: “Excessive involvement in activities that have a high potential for painful consequences...” “...sexual indiscretions...” listed as a secondary example, fer chrissakes!

This kid isn’t engaging in anything painful! He isn’t getting his scrotom beaten with a leather whip!

Seems like a really smart kid and he’s only asking if he’s ‘normal.’ And, based upon what he’s written, he’s as apple pie as any Chevrolet.

You do well to ask, friend.

You’re a helluva a lot smarter than a lot of these wiser souls trying to convince you that you’re <probably> <maybe> as sick as we are or have been.

See? I knew that you were bright. You’re not sick, you’re sexual.

This whole thing could be cleared up just by answering the question posed as the title of this thread.

The answer is "No."

BY GAWD YOU’RE A ****ING GENIUS!

I get by on a couple of psych drugs and some weed for pain, but you’re wrong about the horny girls. Yes, they’re out there and, yes, they care a lot about finding partners to satisfy their 17-year-old sexual needs.

In my salad days, they straddled (pun) every social strata and it wasn’t the recognised ‘sluts’ (largely with intact hymen) but rather the pop-pop-popular wymen that encouraged the revelation at many Mighty Swords.

Buck up, bunckie - you’re on a glorious adventure: don’t wait ‘til it’s too late to begin enjoying the ride!

Yeah, that happens a lot. Old 40-something ****s looking for some twinkies.

Be wary of Craigslist... ya don’t wanna cherry-up to a 72-year-old geezer lookin’ for chicken-bait.

Be honest - r ya just lookin’ to get laid? Over and over until you hurt? Willing to sheath your stick in latex? Other places to look, friend.

Did I offend, friend?

Glad to have been able to provide an edifying service, a breath of fresh air, a cesspool of common sense, T. PAIN.

Love ya, mean it.

Why are you so hostile towards people who offer help?

Maybe you need help also with your anger issues.

Babe, I don’t know from 4chan or LubeTube, but yer talkin’ to an honest 17-year-old... what do you expect? If there exists any 17-year-old boy who didn’t have to hide a boner in high school, they’re the sick ****ers.

GAWD, HOW AWFUL to feel the need to berate an honest kid.

Honestly.

Nah, you're not offensive. Quite the opposite, a bit of comedic relief. And I'm loving the way this thread is being kept alive. Guess we all like talking about sex.

Manic episodes, yes, are episodic. THE BEAST (of many humps) is not hypersexuality; rather THE BEAST dangerously approaching those many humps sans control, sans the sense not to become excited at the prospect of becoming the HOST of DEADLY DISEASES.

We all need rectumfication on occasion.

Thank ya, friend! Yes, I feel the need to go JERRY LEWIS at times. Yes, we do; sex is the garden of youth that we’d all, I hope, like to REPLOW?

But when we are OLD AND WISE AND FULL OF GRACE we can forget that overwhelming feeling of desire that we felt PLUNGING/BEING PLUNGED by our first lovers. I, I believe many, are DOOMED TO REMEMBER and, in our sixth decade, might wonder how those sleek and lithesome lovers became FAT & LUMPY (though good wives and mothers - and HAPPY: more than my arse can blow).

The young man, under scopes, Snopes, proved wise and beyond reproach and exited upon cue. I wish him well, I do, I love the little basterd, do I.

When I visit my doctors, I have to travel in a van, and when I wait for my pick-up, I will sometimes see a delightful twenty-something girl in a cool cotton blouse wearing shorts and sandals and I remember and smile. Rarely, rarer than radium, she might smile back at Quasimodo and we share a moment.

Didn’t stop some from tryin’, though; those who should have known better.

Yes, you’re saying something. I’m cruising - and I know that and have friends monitoring me so that I don’t begin RANDOMLY KILLING WHITE PEOPLE (a little LENNY, there; no danger fer ****s sake!)... but I prefer the DSM DC of a manic episode, I do.

HYPERSEXUALITY doesn’t equal risk. I find my risky pleasure in SPENDING and RISKY (RISQUÉ?) SEX. I have been obscenely wealthy and homeless, SUFFERING THE SLINGS AND ARROWS OF OUTRAGEOUS FORTUNE, and poverty, um, really sux.

HONEST, I AM, DEAR: spending is better than any sex because it lasts so much longer. The Internet is the rocket fuel, click, click, click and I find my prizes, track the packages as they rocket RUSH to me and I open on delivery, toss the goods into STORAGE and shop anew.

We’re GODS when we’re cruising and we want to prove our deification to ourselves and everyone. Conceited abominations, we are. And so, so, so, so sorrowful about the MONSTER; brought down to acknowledge our unspeakable (mutism) shame (grave, grave depression).

Me? My hair is growing thin.

It’s all about the insatiable RUSH. The danger involved. The RISK. The dozens of credit cards, taking on dozens of partners, playin’ The DOZENS: ya wanna play the dozens? Well, the dozens is a game, but the way I Fuch ya mama is a *******ed shame.