I have a question for all of you who have gained valuable life experience (I’m not going to talk about age because that’s relative): if you met your 18 year old self today, what advice would you give him/her?
I would definitely tell my younger self to be less afraid to take chances and to focus on being compassionate and attentive towards others. I would also tell her to choose the most important things and manage the time and energy in order to become good at them without constantly getting sidetracked, a lesson that I learned the hard way.
I think I'd introduce my 18 year old self to BDSM. This will sound like terrible advice for most people, but I was such a doormat for everyone else to walk over that the experience would have greatly accelerated many life lessons. The idea of creating a "safe space" with someone I trusted where I could explore power roles and ask the bigger question of
why I kept choosing submissive roles in my life, voluntarily making myself unhappy and anxious would have greatly accelerated the self-knowledge that came much harder, much later.
This would have been shocking and subversive enough to get and keep my attention and would have got me to face up to the hard truth that I can't escape the darker side of my personalty what ever I might have been told or led to believe. Nor could I expect others to do the same in a self-destructive compulsive moral perfectionism. The best thing to do was to accept it and learn to be selfish, lustful, angry and that wanting to be in control could actually be a good thing and not something to be feared.
My biggest mistakes hinged on believing desire is something that must be resisted rather than accepted and respected as part of who I am. If I had known that, I would not have wasted ten years with depression and anxiety, battling my own sexuality before coming out as bisexual, having violent and suicidal thoughts and flirting with political extremism because I was trying to run away from the person I desired to be and was so confused by always trying to do the "right" thing regardless as to how miserable it made me. By comparison, a very enjoyable, healthy but perverted sex life would have saved me a great deal of pain and turmoil because it would have forced me to be honest with myself about what I really wanted out of life and face up to my well-meaning but destructive illusions sooner. The hardest thing in life is learning to love your own moral ugliness and imperfection. If you can accept that and be forgiving of yourself and others, things get much smoother.