Me surgio una nueva duda!

Hola, ayer entre en el foro y me puse a leer algunos posts y di con este hecho por Miroslaba:
http://www.es-asi.com.ar/node/6481

Me llamo la atencion la respuesta que dio Marta:
http://www.es-asi.com.ar/node/6481#comment-19766

Hay una parte donde dice que la masturbacion y la orientacion sexual no tienen mucho en comun, y relacionarlos denota ignorancia en cuanto a materia de sexualidad.

Esto me puso algo nervioso, ¿porque que quiere decir?

¿quiere decir que toda mi vida puedo masturbarme pensando en mujeres y puedo ser gay?

Mi caso particular es que toda mi vida fantasiè con mujeres, me enamore de varias, vi pornografia hetero, o de lesbianas y siempre me gustò mucho.
Ahora estoy en una recaida de toch, gracias a la idea que me surgiò a partir de esa respuesta de Marta a Miroslaba de que la masturbacion no define la sexualidad de la gente.

Agradezco mucho sus respuestas!

De quien te enamoraste o quien te gusto toda la vida? las mujeres no es cierto? bueno ahi tenes la respuesta man, nunca te gusto un hombre o no? entonces como vas a ser gay si nunca le diste bola a un hombre antes de la obsesion. Y la masturbacion en parte si es el deseo de estar con esa mujer que soñamos tener sexo, entendes? yo siempre me masturbe con mujeres, porque me nacio naturalmente con mujeres siempre, no es algo que hice comprobandome, siempre estuve seguro de mi sexualidad, nunca dude! y me dijo marta que si nunca dudamos de nuestra sexualidad es porqe somos hetero!

y si uno duda entonces que significa? que no lo es?

A mi me dijo asi, osea no quiere decir que seas gay. Pero si nunca dudaste ni nada de eso quiere decir qe es obvio que es una obsesion. Si siempre estuviste seguro de tu sexualidad y de golpe empezas a pensar que sos gay por cualquier tonteria es obvio que es por el TOCH. Eso es lo que quiere decir Marta

a mi me paso lo mismo amigo! a mi la primera vez que me agarraron estas dudas sobre mi sexualidad fue de la nada y derrepente. Luego las supere y segui adelante mi vida sexual!!! hasta incluso volver a llegar al punto de decir "estoy 100% seguro de que soy hetero" y bueno... mas adelante volvi a caer en esta basura. No te dejes llevar por esto! no sos gay. Si fueras gay ya estarias encamado con un tipo y te querrias casar con el.

Uff huy no no diga eso

lleva ya dos años medicados en terapias y solo durante epocas de estres venian las obsesiones que me causaban ya hasta risa. pero ultimamente no me causan risa me da mucha ansiedad se me va el aire empiezo a pensar y si me estoy auto engañando de echo en este momento mientras escribo esto mi mente me dice te estas autoengañando sabes que eres gay pero no me gustan los hombres.
siempre me han gustado las mujeres amo a las mujeres nunca dude de mi sexualidad pero ahorita dudo osea se que no soy pero aaa no se que tal si enserio me estoy autoengañando un rollo asi.
no se odio esta basura aparte tengo miedo de volver a caer en depresion por esto por que enserio no soy gay amo a las mujeres.
pero de nuevo en este momento dice mi mente los quieres convencer a ellos pero tu sabes que no y es como diablos.
que esta pasando ayudaaaa

Exactamente algo así me pasa a mi. a pesar de que ahorita mismo viniera alguien y me dijera que soy gay yo no le creería y no lo aceptaría yo sigo con esta mierda en la cabeza. Tambien cuando escribo acá algo en mi lo desmiente y siento como si no fuera cierto y me estuviera engañando a mi mismo. Incluso cuando narro cosas del pasado por ejemplo que en el colegio me gustaba esta u otra niña algo me dice que eso no es verdad o que nunca paso y no es real. espero hacerme entender.

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