Blackout Sex

Oh LORD, does it get much worse? Yes, it can – but I won’t go there in this post.

Knowing that I had sex with someone and don’t remember anything about the experience except for his face is truly the most shameful and self-loathing feeling – ever.

Not only is it disgraceful, it’s beyond dangerous.

I just read a post from a forum member who wrote about a girl he lives with who frequently has blackout sex with strangers. While I’m no expert in that area, I do have experience with it. That this girl does this repeatedly is akin to her throwing herself, repeatedly, into shark infested waters while hoping to make it out unscathed.

It saddens me to read things like this. I’m reminded of some extremely unflattering parts of my own history. And we can’t be saved! We have to save ourselves. I sure hope she gets sober – soon – before it’s too late.

Published by Jennifer

I've finally found my happy place in sobriety. Yay! Go Me!

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