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Shockingly I can relate.
Jacking off every day at noon in the school bathrooms might have been what saved you from exploring suicidal ideations.
A supportive family might have rendered the very idea of being in danger ridiculous, despite how close you really came. So to speak.
Personally, having a social outlet whom more or less accepted me for how I presented myself was life-changing.
Meeting someone who saw more than that is what ultimately kept me away from questioning that life too much. And what helped me support other people who had similar questions.