Oh my God. I just saw him fucking a sex doll. I was so shocked, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I mean, who does that? I knew he had his issues, but this? This was just too much.
As soon as I saw what was going on, I tried to look away. I felt so embarrassed for him. I mean, vibrators as bad as his situation was, it was still kinda embarrassing. I did not know what to say. Should I confront him or just pretend I never saw?
I went over to him and, in a gentle voice, I asked if he was okay. He just looked away as if he was ashamed. To be honest, things had never been worse for him. He had been through so much in his life, and all this only made things worse. It was a really hard time for him.
I could feel so sorry for him, but I didn’t know how to help him. So, I decided to just stick around and listen. It was then that he finally opened up and told me his story. He talked about depression and how the sex doll had become a way for him to cope with all his shortcomings. He said it helped him feel better, but at the same time it made him feel guilty and ashamed.
He had been stuck in this vicious cycle of self-destructive behaviors for a long time now. He had been trying to find an escape, but it had been to no avail. We just sat there, listening to each other, for what seemed like hours. I could feel his pain and all the hurt he had endured. I just wanted to reach out and hug him, hug away all the pain and suffering.
I tried to sympathize with him, but my words sounded hollow. I started to ponder what kind of life he would have if he could just find the right kind of help. I tried to ask questions that would help him think about his situation in different way in order to come up with some kind of solution.
It was obvious that the sex toys doll was a way of staying afloat in the sea of his depression. But it was an unsustainable way of coping for him. He needed more than this, he needed professional help in order to get out of this in one piece. But he was too scared to take that step, so I tried to be there for him as much as I could.
I put in my best efforts to encourage him to open up and seek help, but he was very hesitant. He was scared and ashamed of getting help. It hurt me to see his state but I knew I had to keep pushing him if he wanted to get better.
So everyday, I would talk to him and encourage him to take that first step. I would tell him that I would be here with him every step of the way and that he would have my unconditional support no matter what.
At first, he still seemed scared of speaking up about his condition and seeking help, but slowly things started to get better. He started to open up and face his demons, and it was such a beautiful sight watching him finally heal. I was so proud of him for taking that brave step and seeking help.
It has been a few months now and it’s so heart-warming to see how far he has come. He’s still got a long way to go, but I can see his struggles carving him a happy life ahead. It’s such a privilege to witness his transformation and I cannot even begin to describe the happiness I feel knowing that I played an important role in it.