Porn is not an option

Blondie

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Day 599!

Hi, @Gracie, thanks for taking the time to stop by.
do want explain my counting is earlier post. I was so gutted that I would count hours that I would not cry. Then a day and another. Trying to figure out to stay or go.
This makes total sense. I think that's a pretty normal experience for anyone who has gone through some trauma, that is, wanting to separate themselves from it in time and space.

The belief my husband had that at the ripe old age of 50, I no longer wanted sex. There was no conversation about this. Nor had I withdrawn physically. He just stopped. I would have to ask. If I did not ask there was none. So then we get two belief systems running, his that is I do not want sex and mine that he does not want me.
This makes sense. It seems to me, this belief of your husband's would "justify" his continued porn use, while telling himself "you didn't want it anyway." This makes sense from his point of view. We all like to justify our actions by some kind of belief that will get us off the hook. It's sad but true. However, to take your "husband's side" for a moment, many of these beliefs are acting on a subconscious level and are not really thought through completely. Though I'll admit that I pretty much knew what I was doing, but to admit it was the hard part. I can't speak for anyone else though, many of these things are quite personal to each individual and their own relationships.

So I've never asked you before, but do you consider looking at porn as cheating, or as bad as cheating? Did you think it was worse than a real life event with a real woman? Or maybe, because the "porn affair" can last for years in secret, that it's actually worse than a "real" affair? I ask because getting the woman's perspective is a key to all this. But also, because, going back to the subject of beliefs, my Lady was always cool with me looking at porn, however, and this is a big however, she was NOT cool with me looking at a strip cam. Period. Nevertheless, my belief that I chose to believe was, well, she's cool with me looking at porn, so I'm sure she'll be cool with me looking at a strip cam. It's practically the same thing. Of course, this was only an excuse for my behavior, and I damn well knew this would not be cool with her. However, I used it to give me "permission" to go ahead. This belief, like those mentioned yesterday, is not technically true. However, if I choose to believe it, then it "justifies" my behavior in the darkness.

Let us all take a hard look at our beliefs surrounding this habit, because, it's only in these beliefs where it finds its "strength."

Thanks for stopping by, Gracie
 
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Gracie

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Congrats on 600! To answer did I consider it cheating. I would have to say yes. Why? He made a decision about our sex life and I did not have a vote. Second he hid it for so long. It was years. Worse than an affair? What I told him was I did not know if one or the other was worse. But with porn, all that mattered was that it was a naked female. So with that it meant anyone was better than me. So that is the way my belief was channeled. As a result of this, I hold back a piece of me. This was such a gutting surprise. I was all in. Totally and completely he knew all the secrets, hurts successes all of it. Now he hears measured things. Like many here we have our pasts. Sharing is tough, vulnerable. I do not share as much now. I no longer accept being mean.
 

Blondie

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Congrats on 600!
Thanks, @Gracie!

To answer did I consider it cheating. I would have to say yes. Why? He made a decision about our sex life and I did not have a vote.
Yes. I feel I have to put my tail between my legs with this one. God knows I written some posts on here that I'm not exactly proud of these days. I don't feel shame about them though, it is what it is, we're all on a journey of growth. However, I am happy to say I've changed my mind on some of these issues which I think is a positive. I think it's very easy for us men (and this isn't necessarily a bad thing) to think in black and white with this issue, either the penis is in the vagina or not. However, women can see these things quite differently. And the thing is, if you're in a relationship with a woman, well, the definition of cheating should be discussed by the both of you, not just one party. If she doesn't think it's okay, and thinks it's cheating, even if you don't quite understand, well, it's cheating, and that's that. My lady never thought porn was cheating. Of course, we talked about it before and it was never hidden (another big deal) so that was that. However, we had never talked about strip cams, thus, when I went down that road for the first time, I hid it from her, knowing damn well she would have never agreed to such nonsense. Did she think it was cheating? Yes, for the most part, though, she still said "real" cheating would have been much worse.
Second he hid it for so long
Yes. Women absolutely hate this. The secrecy and lying to my lady was actually worse than the deed itself. She said that time and time again. I think the Christian culture I grew up gave me a fucked up inversion of values, where lying and hiding are seen as "less of a sin" than looking at porn or having premarital sex, which is really fucked up when you think about it. It's taken me my whole adult life to get out of that unhealthy mindset. Lying and hiding is pretty damn bad, and if you put it on top of the "hierarchy of sins" it cleans up many of our actions in the darkness. I believe a Greek philosopher said that too, somewhere. That is, to go throughout your day not lying is the greatest virtue a man can have. I wrote this piece talking about lying and other matters for anyone interested.

Thanks, @Gracie.
Congrats on 600! Huge feat and a great motivation 🔥
Thanks @arandomguy!
Great to drop back in and see you going so strong!
Thanks @Will Stalwart.
💯💯💯💯💯💯

Go @Blondie

True inspiration. Literally.

Keep going, mate.
Thank you, friend. Keep killing it.
Nice work Blondie.

I've been busy with various things lately, plus I get a bit "bored" sometimes of subjects like "addiction" and mental health (even though those things have / had relevance to my life). I'd rather focus on other stuff if I can!

Anyway I found a nice summary of The Freedom Model:

https://www.reddit.com/r/pmohackbook/comments/18se80v
thanks for the heads up, @new reality. I will have to check out that link. Thanks for that book too, it's been a real eye opener.

Best

Oh yeah, it's Day 601
 

Blondie

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Day 602


"A preference for intoxication doesn’t occur in a vacuum. To prefer is to like
one option more than others (or from a “lesser of two evils” perspective,
you hate it less than other options). Whether you like something more or
hate it less, the result is that you prefer it. One manifestation of this
principle arises with young and inexperienced people. They are often
unaware of what else life has to offer in the way of rewards and become so
impressed with the rewards of intoxication that they don’t even bother to
compare it to other options. Ignorance, in this case, has made intoxication
exponentially preferable.
This lack of awareness of better options can be changed by seriously
considering and exploring other ways of spending one’s time. But until this
possibility is seriously considered, the desire to be intoxicated will continue
to be very strong."
 
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Blondie

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My Battles With "Dopamine"

Part One


Story One


It was a Saturday afternoon and I was neck deep in porn. I was having a glorious time with every click of the mouse, beaming with joy while checking out the beauty of the female form. The Lady was out of the house for the afternoon with some friends, thus it was just me and my dick all alone with my digital girlfriends. Unfortunately, it had taken me a while to get to this moment because of something that went down at work that day. However, after putting out fires like a professional gunslinger, I rode back to the house to finally take part in the digital orgy I had planned in great detail. Then, with pants down over my cowboy boots, at last I had found my heaven. However, within minutes I heard a knock on the door behind me and heard the voices of my Lady and her friends entering. "Holy shit, they're here!" What happened next is a blur but I do remember one thing clearly; I chose to the get the fuck out of dodge. In one second (Because I only had three) I turned off my big screen tv hooked up to my laptop, zipped up my pants, grabbed the lotion, and ran to the bedroom faster than you can say wanker. Unfortunately, in my rush to zip up, my man equipment was still hanging out ready for the play that was not to be performed. Yes, that was a close call, but, no, my lady's friends did not see my cock that day. However, the Lady and I laughed our asses off that night thinking about what had happened.

No matter how "strong" dopamine might be, I was completely in charge of every moment of that day from beginning to end. Because if I wasn't in complete control, dopamine would have had me pinned to that chair when the ladies arrived like a helpless victim. But that wasn't the case at all. I chose when I could look at porn that day. Because of circumstances, I chose to put it off for an hour because of work. Then, I chose to look at it with joy in my heart when I returned. Then, I chose to get up as fast as possible because of the circumstances I found myself in. I was never once a helpless victim to my biochemistry. I did exactly what I wanted to do, and what I thought would bring me the most happiness at every moment of that day.

Round one
Blondie: wins
Dopamine: loses
 
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Blondie

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Part Two

Story Two

When I was out of town for the holidays on a business trip on New Years 2023, I was having a hard time with some issues I'd been struggling with for some time in my life. To anyone who has never read my thread, I have some baggage or "trauma" from my childhood that has followed me into my adult life. However, at this point in time, I was quite emotional about this subject and sensitive to "triggers" that might set me off to return to porn, or worse, strip cams. I remember that night vividly. A friend of mine asked to hang out and go for a walk around the city before the fireworks started. However, I chose not to and decided to be a loner and walk by myself that night. A man alone among the crowds. What happened next is interesting, for you could interpret it in two very different ways. The first way, and the way I have interpreted it before very recently, goes something like this. That night, I had no control, and after hours of wandering the city feeling sorry for myself, and having the chance for a hook up with a foreign girl but denying it, I found myself back at my hotel room with a bottle of wine, and before I knew it, I was looking at porn, and then, I don't know how, but it must be because of my addiction and dopamine, I found myself looking and watching strip cams.

This all sounds rather innocent, like somehow, this all happened TO ME, and I had nothing to do with it. Even the way I chose to write it is highly revealing. I wrote "I had no control" but is this really true or only a myth? Then I say "I found myself at my hotel room with a bottle of wine." But how did this bottle of wine show up in my hotel room? Did the gods of wrath leave it there to fuck with me, or did I choose to buy it? Furthermore, "I found myself at my hotel" throws all sense of control right right out the window. Did I pass out on the streets and did some stranger bring me back? Of course not. I didn't find myself anywhere but where I wanted to be that night. Also, what is this "before I knew it, I was looking at porn" and, "I don't know how, but it must be because of my addiction and dopamine"? Where is my agency in any of this narrative? Is it true that I didn't know what I was doing that night? What's all this passive talk? and more importantly, did dopamine have anything to do with it?

This story, like so much that we tell ourselves, is full of myths, which is just a nice way to say, it's full of bullshit. Now I'm going to deconstruct my story from another point of view, which I think is the more manly point of view. This one doesn't make my balls shrink when I write it. Thank god. Here we go. The first thing we have to do is flat out admit my New Year's Eve was FULL of choices, and all of them were on me. And these choices both guided my actions, and were reenforced by me choosing to believe in the narratives (myths) that guided them over the years.

I chose to be alone

Fact. This didn't just happen to me. I chose to be alone that night. I was sad because I felt alone, however, I chose to be alone that night. Does this make sense? Yes it does. I wanted to be a victim. I also knew, if I went with my friend that night, I wouldn't be able to hook up with anyone, or even flirt with the idea. He knows my girlfriend so that wouldn't have worked. I also don't think I actually would have hooked up with anyone, however, this desire always "leads" me to the next option, porn, but we'll get to that in a moment. However, the fact remains, I chose to be alone, it didn't just "happen" to me.

I chose to feel sorry for myself

I didn't have to feel sorry for myself that night, but I did. It was a choice. I wanted to be a victim. Sometimes it actually feels good to feel sorry for yourself. Yes, that's not a contradiction. To choose to feel sorry for yourself also gives you an "excuse" for any actions that might follow. Yes, I was truly sad about my life, and about the circumstances of my family and shit, but that didn't give me an excuse to do whatever "happen" to come along that night.

Myth One: She flited with me, thus I looked at porn

This is a myth of gigantic proportions. A narrative I've told myself for years now. That is, when A happens, B must follow. It's like a math formula from hell, but it literally has no bearing in reality. The myth goes something like this. A girl at work or wherever hits on me, shows me she's up for it, and I turn it down, and then, I "find myself" uncontrollably looking at porn or strip cams. If A happens, B must follow. But this is a total load of horseshit, even though for years, I could never admit it. Many men have women hit on them, but they don't automatically go cheat on their wives or look at strip cams. This is not a true scientific cause and effect happening here boys, because if it were, it would be the same for all men, at all times, just like the laws of gravity. But this isn't so, so it's simply a myth I've chosen to believe in and nothing more. I pride myself in being logical and impartial in life, however, I now see I chose to believe in this myth, and it's definitely NOT logical. I never once realized this until only recently when reading this book. I don't think it was a conscious decision on my part, it was just something that felt "true" and I had never stopped to think logically about it. But now I know better. We used to believe the earth was the center of the universe, but now we know that's not true. This wasn't dopamine, it was my false belief.
 
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Blondie

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Part Three

Myth Two: my childhood trauma led me back to porn


This is also a myth I've chose to believe in, although it's completely false. There's countless people in this world who have had worse trauma than me, however, they are and never have been addicted to anything. When I read this in the Freedom Model book it blew my mind, however, now I see it's true. This is another one of those false cause an effect statements. Because, if it was a true scientific cause an effect, all people who have trauma would also be addicted to something, but that's simply not the case. Therefore, to say, "I'm addicted to porn or whatever because of my childhood trauma is a false statement. It's not a true cause and effect. Yes it's true that some people who have trauma also have "addictions," but it's not true for the vast majority of people. So it's not a true cause and effect, see the book for more details and specifics.

Thus, looking back with this new information at that infamous New Year's Eve, I see it now in a completely different light. Nothing that night "just happened" to me. Everything was a choice, even if I didn't realize it at the time. I had chosen to believe for years that my childhood trauma often "led" me back to porn or strip cams, like some "external force" that I had no control over. Now I see that was only a false belief and nothing more. I will say this, I don't think many of these false beliefs for us are intentional, but happen almost on a subconscious level. Yes, we've chosen them at some time in our lives, but in the moment, it's very hard to discern a right belief from false belief, we're just acting on what we believe, and also, unfortunately, on what we've been told.

Seeing this now and how obvious it is, I shake my head how I could have believed such nonsense, or worse, that I told my Lady in my confession, that it happened "because of my childhood trauma." Ouch! Imagine your wife saying that to you after you learned she's fucked the mailman. The shit we tell ourselves and our loved ones is pretty messed up when you stop to think about it. But that's the key here, has any of us ever stopped to think about our beliefs? Speaking for myself, I hardly have, until now. This wasn't dopamine folks, this was me and MY BELIEFS. If A, then B. If trauma, then strip cams. Fuck, I should have been a rocket scientists! Sorry mom and dad.

I chose to buy wine

Yep. It didn't just "happen" to be there that night in the hotel room. Don't you just hate the facts? The myth is so much more appealing. Speaking of myths...

Myth Four: alcohol leads to bad choices

If you've read the book, then you know what I'm talking about it. There's three chapters where the authors describe in great detail the myths we have as a culture concerning substances and especially alcohol. Have you ever stopped to think that alcohol technically only slows down your responses and that's it, it does nothing more. On a pharmacological level that's all it does. That's why there's laws that say you can't drink or drive. It's not because you can't find your way home or whatever, or, that you won't know what you're doing. No. It's because you might hit someone or something because your responses are slower than normal. However, the myths about what alcohol does are quite extraordinary. It can make you: happy, sad, depressed (or relieve depression!), make you feel sexual or impotent, and many other symptoms and contradictions. Either way, many of these things are a cultural phenomenon and vary from culture to culture. But the key thing is, whatever you believe that alcohol does for you, THAT is what it will do.

I bought that wine on New Years because I wanted to believe wine makes me do stupid things, even though it never has before. Then I could say to my girl afterwards, "I had a bottle of wine that night and the strip cams "just happened. Damn, what a lame excuse. Funny thing is, I've been drunk many many times in my life, however, I've never once felt a loss of control. I've always known what I was doing, but of course, my responses were slower, but that's it. The point is, nothing happens unless you want it to happen. And if you believe that alcohol makes you do "stupid shit" then, you will do stupid shit and always have an excuse for it. So lame.... but here we are all the same.

Myth Five: a loss of control

When I think back on that night, it's very easy to feel I had no control, and that I was guided by some "mysterious force," be that dopamine or porn. However, when you take a step back and analyze my behavior, you can see the reality for what it is. I did have control, every step of the way. It might not have felt like it, but I did have it all the same. Yes, in some ways it's hard to believe I did this on purpose, but is it really? When I sketch out all my false beliefs, it all starts to make sense...

I believed in the myth of addiction
I believed in the myth that, if a girl hits on me, then I always look at porn. No questions asked. If A, then B.
I believed I was helpless in my fight again this habit
I believed I was progressing further into my "addiction" if I went back to it
I believed strip cams were the next progression of my addiction
I believed going back to strip cams only proved my childhood trauma was alive and breathing. If A, then B.
I believed that alcohol leads to bad behavior. If A, then B
I believed that dopamine can control you. If A, then B
I believed I would be battling this addiction for the rest of my life


Needless to say, I believed all of these myths, and because of that, going back to strip cams really isn't that hard to believe. Of course it happened! The writing was on the wall. You are what you think. I also had one more belief, and it was...

Looking at strip cams will bring me more pleasure than the pleasure I have in a long-term, peaceful relationship

This is one is a massive one, and it's at the center of this problem. If you truly believe, this is, if you have chosen to believe, that your life will be more pleasurable looking at porn than it would be without it, then you will always go back to it. Of course, it might asked, but if people know the consequences, why would they do such a thing? But this question doesn't really add up to reality. People have been doing "stupid shit" for thousands of years, whether that be cheating, working dangerous jobs, fighting in the army, or playing extreme sports while they have families at home. All of these activities have consequences if something goes wrong, however, the person has decided that the pleasures and benefits outweigh the consequences. New Year's Eve for me was no different. There was no chemical that "made me do it." I chose to do it, damn the consequences. Yes I was in a "high", and yes that high might have been dopamine working on me, but I knew exactly what I was doing, and I chose to ignore the foreseeable consequences for the present pleasure. There was no loss of control to speak of. It's simply a myth.

I chose my beliefs
I chose my actions based upon those beliefs
And I chose to be happy
And I was very happy for a few days

Round Two
Blondie: "wins" but not really
Dopamine: loses

The End

The careful reader will see that nowhere in any of this mess, is dopamine given its proper due. This is purposeful. I don't deny that dopamine might influence us to some extent, however, it's our beliefs about these matters, and even the belief that dopamine is powerful, that influences our behavior the most. Throughout both of these stories, I was in complete charge of the situation, though, I have to admit for the last one, it makes me feel much better to act as if that wasn't so. I truly wish I had no control. I really do. However, once you start unpacking the beliefs you have about your actions, you might find that you have much more control than you thought you did. And that my friends, after all the tears and trauma of relapsing and confessing, is where the true healing starts.

What false beliefs do you believe in?
It might just change everything.

Day 605
 
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