So I started a journal, but as I typically tend to do in recovery, it was kind of half-assed so I'm rebooting my reboot.
My name's Tim I'm 22 years old and I've been addicted to sex in some form for as long as I can remember. Which isn't saying much, actually, because I have an awful memory, but that's beside the point. As near as I can remember I started M without P in grade school, maybe around 7 or 8 years old. Added P in either eight grade or freshman year high school. Was caught by parents a couple of times and always promised to stop but didn't. During this time PMO wasn't really affecting my life in any major way.
Then I went to college and it hit the metaphorical fan. Couldn't seem to get the motivation to go to classes, rather watch porn. Do homework? Nah, how bout some porn. Hang out with friends? Usually, yeah, but about once a week I'd skip that to watch porn. My grades tanked, I was hiding all of this from everyone, and October freshman year I packed a bag with blankets, clothes, and some porn magazines and just started walking around the city. I sent texts to my friends and family saying good-bye, and evidently I scared them and made them all think I was going to kill myself (I wasn't, I was just going to be a hobo, evidently).
I went to an in-patient treatment center for sex addiction. During that time, I thought I was making great progress, and I was blessed because my girlfriend stayed with me through that. Once I got out of treatment, I was back to PMO and my girlfriend of two years left me.
Since then I've had several similar episodes (minus the in-patient treatment. Shit's expensive) where my PMO causes me to get overwhelmed by life and try to run. I take off with no plan, no money, sometimes even no ID. My PMO has moved from regular watching porn to mostly trying to find hook-ups and the like, and I think I may have PIED but I'm not sure. So that's my story now, not half-assed, and here's hoping this reboot doesn't fizzle out and die like all the others.
My name's Tim I'm 22 years old and I've been addicted to sex in some form for as long as I can remember. Which isn't saying much, actually, because I have an awful memory, but that's beside the point. As near as I can remember I started M without P in grade school, maybe around 7 or 8 years old. Added P in either eight grade or freshman year high school. Was caught by parents a couple of times and always promised to stop but didn't. During this time PMO wasn't really affecting my life in any major way.
Then I went to college and it hit the metaphorical fan. Couldn't seem to get the motivation to go to classes, rather watch porn. Do homework? Nah, how bout some porn. Hang out with friends? Usually, yeah, but about once a week I'd skip that to watch porn. My grades tanked, I was hiding all of this from everyone, and October freshman year I packed a bag with blankets, clothes, and some porn magazines and just started walking around the city. I sent texts to my friends and family saying good-bye, and evidently I scared them and made them all think I was going to kill myself (I wasn't, I was just going to be a hobo, evidently).
I went to an in-patient treatment center for sex addiction. During that time, I thought I was making great progress, and I was blessed because my girlfriend stayed with me through that. Once I got out of treatment, I was back to PMO and my girlfriend of two years left me.
Since then I've had several similar episodes (minus the in-patient treatment. Shit's expensive) where my PMO causes me to get overwhelmed by life and try to run. I take off with no plan, no money, sometimes even no ID. My PMO has moved from regular watching porn to mostly trying to find hook-ups and the like, and I think I may have PIED but I'm not sure. So that's my story now, not half-assed, and here's hoping this reboot doesn't fizzle out and die like all the others.