How do you move on from something deeply embarrassing that you can’t stop replaying?
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This guy again.
EDIT: Can't find a proper cache and the thread was deleted by OP and not mods so it doesn't appear in the modlog, but Googling OP's username brings up a snippet of his previous small-penis humiliation kink post: https://files.catbox.moe/kgbkzb.png
This is fake. OP makes new accounts all the time and posts humiliating questions in AskLemmy and NoStupidQuestions, making everybody else non-consenting participants in his sexual kink. This is the same guy who has made posts about having small feet and an engorged belly. He is getting off on people believing his bullshit.
Admins need to ban him from the instance completely.
Thank you.
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A few weeks ago, after I got out of the shower, my girlfriend and I were joking around about how cold it was. She looked down, laughed, and made a comment about how small I looked. We both thought it was funny in the moment. She asked if she could take a picture — we both have vault apps for stuff like that — and I agreed, as long as she deleted it right after. She did, or so I thought.
Fast forward a week later: we’d just come back from a trip, and she was showing photos to two of her friends. I was sitting across the room when I suddenly saw both girls freeze, then burst out laughing. They looked right at me — and I knew. One of those photos had slipped through. My girlfriend looked horrified, took the phone back, and apologized immediately. Her friends tried to change the subject, but the damage was done.
After they left, she came upstairs crying. I was upset at first, but it was clear she felt terrible. I told her it was okay, even though I was completely humiliated.
It’s been a little while, and I still can’t shake the feeling. I keep replaying that moment in my head — them laughing, looking right at me. I know it wasn’t intentional, but I honestly don’t know how to stop feeling so exposed.
Has anyone else gone through something like this? How do you move on?
You need a psycho doc.
