Scrolling back through this, I love what Lyon said earlier: "No one is going to be talking about your d**k at your funeral."
Wow. That's hilarious and profound. It's true - we equate so much of who we are with our sexuality. That's society, not just us addicts. But it's particularly the case with those - at least in my perspective - those who struggle with our sexual identity, be it wrestling with who we are, what we like, or how we like it.
For me, ED became a self-fulfilling prophecy eight years ago. I had a moment in which I got "too much in my head" during sex w/ my wife, likely thinking about porn or the things I wish she'd do in bed, or whatever - but anxiety set in, distraction took hold and I lost it. She got mad, which made me feel ashamed and guilty, and it just spiraled. For months. Then it got better. Then it good real good again, then I let PMO back in my life and the cycle started again.
That's been my pattern up until this last time I started recovery 60 days ago. I realize 60 days is awfully young in recovery to be making proclamations. But this time I realize I can NEVER let PMO back into my life, because the patterns are there. Failure eventually rears its head and I disconnect from my wife.
I guess what I'm saying is, so much of our struggle is often more of our minds than our bodies. The connection between the two is powerful. Once we get some traction in recovery, in rebooting, our brains rewire a bit and the physical aspects - though they have peaks and valleys - become more understandable and more manageable. We start to see progress. Eventually, our mind calms and that gives our body permission to heal.
That may not be 100% true for everyone, but it seems to be a pattern I see here and in my own life. Be patient and kind with yourself, Beachy. Keep on the path. You're doing good work, just coming here and posting. Just working toward sanity and sobriety.
Be well. Stay vigilant. Keep going.