I have explored different patterns of thought.. Death still scares me somewhat but I do not have panic attacks (not about death anyway). When you both theorize on your own and research philosophy.. I realised things are too complex for us to understand. During life there is constant re-birth. My 8 year old self is dead - i share characteristics with him but no more than I do with many other people. Just like in 15 years this vessel will still be living. But it will not be me within it. If we're constantly changing then why should i be scared of dying of old age when it won't actually be me. If i were placed in my 8 year old body I wouldn't even know how to act. We've all been alive for billions of year in the sense that we have been evolving for that long. I am a re-incarnation of my ancestor's from millenniums ago. But then I wonder, if I was not to have children, does that then me I really do die?
After crying at my parents for them to protect me from this I realised they couldn't. In fact they failed at protecting me from things they actually could have too. So I stopped going to them and just freaked out by myself in my room. I had a young and previously strong dog die of epilepsy (freaked me and my sister out). The dog became increasingly weak and leaked urine constantly as well, i'm not sure if that was side effects of meds. But that was probably around when these thoughts begun. And then my grandma got cancer... It was caught soo late. She wasn't alive for more than 2 months after that. That is the only time I've ever seen my dad cry to this day. I mean it was really ###$ up, it was back in a time before every couple in my family got divorced, we were all close. Then we were all invited to see her dead body in the casket and to this day she's the only dead person i've seen. But I'm 100% sure I had these fears before she became ill.
I was seeing a therapist but she was utter trash. Dismissive, un-professional, bitch and un-able to empathise. I tried to tell her that I'd been hurt my having parts of my penis cut off at the request of my mother. She proceeded to argue with me (retort lies), tell me i'm blaming it for my sexual problems even though I had never mentioned any other sexual problems to her! It really made me think she had personal reasons to argue, that is she had cut her son and could not accept some people are un-happy about having a harmful operation forced on them, but the therapy is supposed to be about me, not her. It really does hurt me to be dismissed by society, and she decided to hurt me too. Here is a quote from a cut man that I have read:
Two people touched my genitals when I was a child:
The man who gave me an orgasm went to jail for a very long time.
The man who tortured me with greater pain than I will ever experience and removed the best part of my penis went on to legally abuse hundreds more boys for a profit.
I also told my psych about previous side effects I've had with SSRI's and she dismissed and ignored that as well. It's like she was trying to protect the reputation of the drug as if it was her child. It was strange. I never said the drugs are horrible and shouldn't be given to people, I simply stated the real side effects I had had while previously taking them.
But I should have a new therapist soon.
I had asked this in the past. But never on a site like this. I guess now I know it is normal to feel this way when one first realises both concepts: Death and infinity.