Today was super hard. It's taken everything in me not to masturbate/PMO* and still is. There's a specific thing I can't get out of my head and want to look at, and it feels like all my cells are screaming COME ON, JUST THIS ONCE. Dealing with some serious chaser effect from last night. I spent a great deal of today just cruising various articles and videos on this site and other porn addiction sites because it felt like the safest place for me, but my brain also feels kinda pummeled from that.
Thinking about the effect porn addiction and dopamine flooding has had on my relationships (romantic and otherwise) and my ability to achieve my goals. I don't feel like I explicitly ever chose looking at porn over sex with a partner or an afternoon of PMO over accomplishing some activity, and maybe I didn't directly ever do that, but in the long term, it totally has retarded my development. I do need a great deal of alone time, but I think that my addiction has caused me to prioritize that and jealously guard it just because, whether I actively look at porn or not, my brain knows that's where the relief from anxiety will come from. Where it will get that dopamine flood. And it probably has caused me to be much less focused, much less driven, much lazier, and much more restless, irritable, and discontent in other areas of my life where I didn't even know I felt that way and just "accepted" myself to be a curmudgeonly, asocial, miserable failure because I haven't seen the world through any other eyes than ones that have been saturated in porn an average of three times a week for the last seventeen years. And maybe nothing seems fun or interesting or cool to me not because I actively would rather be looking at porn, but because prolonged PMO has just warped my mind so much (what do they call it, hypofrontality?) that it doesn't know how to truly enjoy or what contentment is.
Not the most elegant description of what I'm grappling with right now, but there's a lot I'm considering at the moment.
Still though, my life has looked remarkably better just since I've been engaging this at all. I may not have the raging erections and thriving social life and clear goals and cash and prizes a thorough reboot can offer yet, but I'm putting in some work. Here's how it's looked for me.
10/22: Last time I edged. Last marathon PMO sesh of open-ended length.
10/28: PMO, 10 mins or so.
10/29: Sex, great difficulty getting/maintaining erection and achieving orgasm. Chalked it up to having PMO the previous night, but could also have been mixed feelings about partner/I didn't much feel like having sex but didn't want to disappoint her.
Made conscious decision of no more porn.
Continued to masturbate without use of porn a few times a week. Rationale being that masturbating without porn made it less likely that I would PMO. I'm still weighing that logic.
11/22: PMO, short.
11/24: Masturbated, looked at porn briefly, pulled away and finished without porn.
12/2: Joined RebootNation, intended hard-more no PMO.
12/9: Wet dream
12/12: Masturbated
12/15: Looked at porn while masturbating, very brief, intended to properly PMO, stopped short, disconnected, no release. Resetting clock.
All in all, I'd call it progress, and in the words of Ian MacKaye, "at least I'm fucking trying".
*For some reason I was under the impression that you were advised to use the P-M-O letters so as not to potentially trigger folks, but no one really seems to adhere to that. So I'm gonna mostly scrap it except for where it's economical, but if it's poor etiquette, by all means let me know.
Thinking about the effect porn addiction and dopamine flooding has had on my relationships (romantic and otherwise) and my ability to achieve my goals. I don't feel like I explicitly ever chose looking at porn over sex with a partner or an afternoon of PMO over accomplishing some activity, and maybe I didn't directly ever do that, but in the long term, it totally has retarded my development. I do need a great deal of alone time, but I think that my addiction has caused me to prioritize that and jealously guard it just because, whether I actively look at porn or not, my brain knows that's where the relief from anxiety will come from. Where it will get that dopamine flood. And it probably has caused me to be much less focused, much less driven, much lazier, and much more restless, irritable, and discontent in other areas of my life where I didn't even know I felt that way and just "accepted" myself to be a curmudgeonly, asocial, miserable failure because I haven't seen the world through any other eyes than ones that have been saturated in porn an average of three times a week for the last seventeen years. And maybe nothing seems fun or interesting or cool to me not because I actively would rather be looking at porn, but because prolonged PMO has just warped my mind so much (what do they call it, hypofrontality?) that it doesn't know how to truly enjoy or what contentment is.
Not the most elegant description of what I'm grappling with right now, but there's a lot I'm considering at the moment.
Still though, my life has looked remarkably better just since I've been engaging this at all. I may not have the raging erections and thriving social life and clear goals and cash and prizes a thorough reboot can offer yet, but I'm putting in some work. Here's how it's looked for me.
10/22: Last time I edged. Last marathon PMO sesh of open-ended length.
10/28: PMO, 10 mins or so.
10/29: Sex, great difficulty getting/maintaining erection and achieving orgasm. Chalked it up to having PMO the previous night, but could also have been mixed feelings about partner/I didn't much feel like having sex but didn't want to disappoint her.
Made conscious decision of no more porn.
Continued to masturbate without use of porn a few times a week. Rationale being that masturbating without porn made it less likely that I would PMO. I'm still weighing that logic.
11/22: PMO, short.
11/24: Masturbated, looked at porn briefly, pulled away and finished without porn.
12/2: Joined RebootNation, intended hard-more no PMO.
12/9: Wet dream
12/12: Masturbated
12/15: Looked at porn while masturbating, very brief, intended to properly PMO, stopped short, disconnected, no release. Resetting clock.
All in all, I'd call it progress, and in the words of Ian MacKaye, "at least I'm fucking trying".
*For some reason I was under the impression that you were advised to use the P-M-O letters so as not to potentially trigger folks, but no one really seems to adhere to that. So I'm gonna mostly scrap it except for where it's economical, but if it's poor etiquette, by all means let me know.