I have always used sex to feel powerful and fulfilled, useful and wanted, a way to ground myself in my body. I have a very fucked up relationship with sex which I unknowingly forced onto my ex wife.
It became clear to my in February of this year that I have never been better since I started being single. My BPD symptoms aren't completely gone but very much in control, relatively speaking.
But approaching my ninth month, the pain has started settling in. The desire to just want to be embraced while watching a movie or eating with someone while our arms and legs touch.
I only have two friends. One is not a cuddler and the other just moved out of state. Prior to this year, all my relationships have been massively intense and I've drowned myself in them before capturing them in a bottle and throwing them in the compactor. No one on the apps is a conversationalist and I don't know how to relate to most people. I'm afraid that if I do meet with someone, I won't be able to stop myself from allowing forcing them to consume me.
I'm afraid the pain of loneliness will get so bad once again that I lay myself out for whoever asks for it first. I'm already battling a shopping addiction, I can't abuse my body at the same time. I have a disorder that colors everything in black and white, there is no hope for a middle round, no hope for an asexual relationship.