?Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.? Neil Gaiman
Well this is the first time I have decided to write a journal under any circumstances so I might as well start with my history, how I got this far.
I'm a 30 year old male, and I have been engaging in P.M.O for far to long. It all started around the age of thirteen, when my parents bought me my first lap top. Mind you we had a computer before that, but that laptop was the first time I had a computer and privacy. I didn't start off looking at porn, I didn't really even go looking for it, I just sort of stumbled across it as teenagers are want to do. Back then it wasn't even as easy to stumble across it as it is today, there weren't thousands of porn pop ups, or girls posting risque selfies you had to work for it. It started with the AOL chat rooms, I was into fantasy books, and this led into a love of role playing, it didn't start bad at first, but then I found the more adult rooms, and role play turned into Erotic Role Play (ERP).
ERP lead into real porn, but it was dial up at the time so just pictures really, but I had my own computer in my room, so I had plenty of time to let the pictures download. Now mind you I got caught more than once during my teenage years, and really all it did was teach me to be better at hiding my activities. After a while I had a break from porn, because I moved out and didn't have internet, masturbation was still a nearly daily activity with a vivid imagination it was easy. As soon as I had internet again I was engaging in PMO to it's fullest. I had occasional relationships, but not many reached the sexual level, and I would go long periods between girlfriends, I just didn't have the motivation to chase women.
I spent most of my time online, I had friends, in the real world, but I spent most of the time online. I was and still am very into computers, not just for the porn offerings. Just over a year ago though I met a woman, a woman I love. Up until then we had just been friends, but we reconnected and things grew into a relationship, after a year of the online dating we finally decided to meet, and that's when I should have realized I had a problem. Up until then it was easy to not realize or admit I had a problem. Right up until I met the woman of my dreams in person and had problems preforming.
I couldn't achieve a good erection and would lose what I had gained during sex. It took three days to be able to achieve an O with her. After that things got better, I wasn't engaging in PMO so I rebounded a bit on the symptoms. Things were great and we decided we wanted more. A couple of months go by and she comes to visit again and I don't have a problem, but again I stopped engaging in PMO while she was down, and then we moved in together. More to the point I moved across the country to be with her. At first there weren't any problems I wasn't engaging in PMO I was to busy, but then I found the time.
At first I wasn't having a problem I really wasn't engaging in the MO part of PMO though, I would ERP for hours every day, which I am just filing under the P heading. Sex was still regular and things were working great until they weren't. PIED was the biggest problem, I just had a hard time developing a really good erection, and even if I did the chances of me getting off were difficult. I still wasn't admitting I had a problem though.
On thanksgiving I was poking around reddit, for sex toy reviews when I found a post about PIED, I followed some links and found a Reboot Nation Video. I watched the videos and read the information, and the blinders were removed. I realized I had a problem and I realized that if I didn't solve that problem I was going to lose the woman I loved. Thanksgiving I went around deleting accounts, deleting pictures, clearing my browser history, I spent a couple hours sanitizing my computer so that I wouldn't accidentally stumble over anything, and so relapsing wouldn't be easy. That night I talked with my S.O and told her I had a problem, she has been supportive but it's a strain, and now isn't the easiest time for it either.
Since Thanksgiving I have been able to avoid any form of PMO and have been trying to keep busy. It's not easy I don't have much to occupy my time with. I try to read, and I play video games, but it just feels like I'm going through the motions. I have such a lack of motivation for anything, it's like I'm just existing via rote action. I get up and do the same thing I did yesterday, and I'll likely be doing the same things tomorrow. It's not hard to avoid PMO it's the only option I have, but it feels so hard just to exist. Please don't take this as I feel suicidal, I'm not giving up on life. I still have to much to live for to just give up, it's not life as a whole that feels hard it's each day just feels empty.
Worse of all is I know this is a strain on my SO, right now I am going Hard Mode so I'm not even engaging in sex right now. I think it's the only way I am going to reach the point where the actual mechanics of sex work well. I have this constant worry that I'm going to wake up one morning and she's going to tell me she can't do it anymore. I am terrified that the demons of my worries are going to beat me before I have the chance to slay the dragon of my addiction.
This is my first entry I'll be back for another tomorrow one day closer to beating my dragon.
Well this is the first time I have decided to write a journal under any circumstances so I might as well start with my history, how I got this far.
I'm a 30 year old male, and I have been engaging in P.M.O for far to long. It all started around the age of thirteen, when my parents bought me my first lap top. Mind you we had a computer before that, but that laptop was the first time I had a computer and privacy. I didn't start off looking at porn, I didn't really even go looking for it, I just sort of stumbled across it as teenagers are want to do. Back then it wasn't even as easy to stumble across it as it is today, there weren't thousands of porn pop ups, or girls posting risque selfies you had to work for it. It started with the AOL chat rooms, I was into fantasy books, and this led into a love of role playing, it didn't start bad at first, but then I found the more adult rooms, and role play turned into Erotic Role Play (ERP).
ERP lead into real porn, but it was dial up at the time so just pictures really, but I had my own computer in my room, so I had plenty of time to let the pictures download. Now mind you I got caught more than once during my teenage years, and really all it did was teach me to be better at hiding my activities. After a while I had a break from porn, because I moved out and didn't have internet, masturbation was still a nearly daily activity with a vivid imagination it was easy. As soon as I had internet again I was engaging in PMO to it's fullest. I had occasional relationships, but not many reached the sexual level, and I would go long periods between girlfriends, I just didn't have the motivation to chase women.
I spent most of my time online, I had friends, in the real world, but I spent most of the time online. I was and still am very into computers, not just for the porn offerings. Just over a year ago though I met a woman, a woman I love. Up until then we had just been friends, but we reconnected and things grew into a relationship, after a year of the online dating we finally decided to meet, and that's when I should have realized I had a problem. Up until then it was easy to not realize or admit I had a problem. Right up until I met the woman of my dreams in person and had problems preforming.
I couldn't achieve a good erection and would lose what I had gained during sex. It took three days to be able to achieve an O with her. After that things got better, I wasn't engaging in PMO so I rebounded a bit on the symptoms. Things were great and we decided we wanted more. A couple of months go by and she comes to visit again and I don't have a problem, but again I stopped engaging in PMO while she was down, and then we moved in together. More to the point I moved across the country to be with her. At first there weren't any problems I wasn't engaging in PMO I was to busy, but then I found the time.
At first I wasn't having a problem I really wasn't engaging in the MO part of PMO though, I would ERP for hours every day, which I am just filing under the P heading. Sex was still regular and things were working great until they weren't. PIED was the biggest problem, I just had a hard time developing a really good erection, and even if I did the chances of me getting off were difficult. I still wasn't admitting I had a problem though.
On thanksgiving I was poking around reddit, for sex toy reviews when I found a post about PIED, I followed some links and found a Reboot Nation Video. I watched the videos and read the information, and the blinders were removed. I realized I had a problem and I realized that if I didn't solve that problem I was going to lose the woman I loved. Thanksgiving I went around deleting accounts, deleting pictures, clearing my browser history, I spent a couple hours sanitizing my computer so that I wouldn't accidentally stumble over anything, and so relapsing wouldn't be easy. That night I talked with my S.O and told her I had a problem, she has been supportive but it's a strain, and now isn't the easiest time for it either.
Since Thanksgiving I have been able to avoid any form of PMO and have been trying to keep busy. It's not easy I don't have much to occupy my time with. I try to read, and I play video games, but it just feels like I'm going through the motions. I have such a lack of motivation for anything, it's like I'm just existing via rote action. I get up and do the same thing I did yesterday, and I'll likely be doing the same things tomorrow. It's not hard to avoid PMO it's the only option I have, but it feels so hard just to exist. Please don't take this as I feel suicidal, I'm not giving up on life. I still have to much to live for to just give up, it's not life as a whole that feels hard it's each day just feels empty.
Worse of all is I know this is a strain on my SO, right now I am going Hard Mode so I'm not even engaging in sex right now. I think it's the only way I am going to reach the point where the actual mechanics of sex work well. I have this constant worry that I'm going to wake up one morning and she's going to tell me she can't do it anymore. I am terrified that the demons of my worries are going to beat me before I have the chance to slay the dragon of my addiction.
This is my first entry I'll be back for another tomorrow one day closer to beating my dragon.