Sorry about the novel I'm writing, but I feel that I need to go back and mention all this stuff to truly explain my situation. After my sister started running away my parents asked of i wanted to homeschool, I thought it might be fun so I said yes. My dad was dying when he should have been teaching me how to work on a car, taken me fishing, telling me the rules of football during the game on Sunday, and teaching me about the birds and the bees. I learned all about sex from a very lousy sex ed class, my friends and porn. After my dad past away my mom cried on my shoulder instead of finding an adult to talk to. I was 15 and she was relying on me. I'm still angry about that. She needed help and support, but she should have got it from someone who was therapist, not a kid who just lost his dad. About that time was the first time I contemplated suicide, almost did, had the noose around my neck. I decided not to because of the pain it would cause my family. I'm sure my mom would have gone off the deep end if I had. I held what little emotions I felt inside of me, but mostly I felt numb. About this time I was introduced to porn, it was hardcore. I would be home alone all day with a dial-up connection doing "home work". Later on me and a couple of friends would shoplift videos and magazines. Also got involved with drugs before I was 18. For a long time I didn't understand the difference between hardcore porn and natural sex. I thought what I saw in the magazines and videos was normal. Because of the things that happened in my life I became very distant from people, and I would use pmo to cope with my problems instead of fixing them, just like a junkie getting another fix. I was always there for other people, mostly my sister and my mom. I kept taking everyone's emotional baggage, meanwhile keeping all my problems secret and self medicating. When I was in my early twenties I was engaged to a girl, we did cybersex which didn't help me. The relationship fell apart partly to my pmo habit, found out online she had already started seeing another guy before she broke it off with me. I have used alcohol and pmo to cope with my problems for most of my life. It has affected my view of women and my relationships (what few I had). I have tried countless times to stop. At first I was in denial that I was addicted, it was a shock to me when I realized I was. I was doing better this spring only a couple of times a month. Then I got a promotion and the stress, lack of sleep and more stress, A LOT OF STRESS. It got to the point of every other day I was PMO'ing to cope with it. Thankfully I transfered to a different department. Things at my job are much better now. I want to be free of pmo, sometimes I like to picture it as a person or animal and I'm brutally killing it, sorry I know that sounds wrong and messed up but I hate what it has done to me. I'm done letting it run my life. A little more to come...