I'd like to start by just saying that addiction doesn't have a face. Anyone can fall victim to the disease. Yes, I said that it's a disease, and that's because it is. Addiction should be treated like a disease and should also be treated with respect. Addiction ruins not only the life of an addict, but also the lives of people around them as well. Too many precious lives have been taken by this horrible disease, and it needs to change. As someone that grew up with a parent struggling with addiction, it shaped how I look at the world around me. I'm going to touch on a very emotional subject, but I want to shed light on the topic too.
I don't like that there's no mail on Sundays.
Every day you go to your mailbox
Expecting to find magazines, letters, and everything in between.
I didn't have a "real" boyfriend until my senior year of high school. At this point in my life, I had experimented with both sex and intimacy, but something always got in the way (that something being my terrible taste in men). At this point in time, I was ready to be done with messing around with people that didn't care about me. 18 is a young age to live by this sort of mantra, I know.
As a woman that has delve into the wonderful and exciting world of BDSM, there's a lot that should be addressed before jumping into it. BDSM isn't for everyone, but if you are considering to explore the lifestyle, there's a few things you should know and do.
Most teenagers don't think about the consequences of their actions, and when I was 17, I definitely didn't either. As a teenager, I did some pretty stupid and questionable shit (hence how I got an STI). I was no stranger to experimentation with substances and strangers.