Hello everyone,
I am a 42 year old successful gay man, partnered to a wonderful man for over a decade, with wedding plans on the horizon. I am also a porn addict. My addiction directly relates to my experiences as a young gay outcast in a small rural and conservative town, where I didn't fit it and struggled tremendously to discover and accept who I am. I didn't come out until my late 20-s, but before that the budding internet and discreet chat rooms were where I could explore my sexuality and remain anonymous. Even after publicly accepting who I was, I was still lured to the online world for comfort, excitement, and titillation. The hookup sites were my place of refuge and fun and I eventually came to spend hours looking for the next big thrill. Luckily, I wasn't one to meet in real time situations, so my personal safety was never in jeopardy; instead, I've spent the last decade chatting with guys, exchanging pornographic images and talking endlessly about imaginary sexual exploits. And just as the literature reads, what thrilled me a few years ago I now find boring and dull. Thus, the cycle of trumping the last fantasy with one more graphic and bizarre grows and grows to the point that my online sexual tastes are not in anyway related to my real life.
Although this cycle has continued unbroken in my life for maybe a dozen years, it has only been within the last few years that I've been conscious about my problem. It has taken me awhile to realize that it's consuming every bit of my being. On the most obvious level, it's destroying my sex life. My partner and I have decent infrequent sex. I am dependent on Viagra and even then it takes me awhile to get things going. My interest in my partner has waned and my insecurity about my performance (which was never a problem for me) has grown so much that I'm always finding excuses why we can't be intimate. And immediately after turning him down for sex, I will log onto the internet and chat and cam and masturbate for hours at a time. This, of course, is a source of great stress for me and I'm now realizing that the addiction is the cause. But I'm also starting to see the larger effects of this addiction and how it is consuming my life. I've always been an intellectually curious person, creative, and happy and jovial. I've noticed that increasingly it's as though I'm living in a fog, disinterested in the beautiful world around me. My attention span has shortened to the degree that I can't focus on anything--instead, I'm constantly reaching for my phone to chat with some anonymous guy looking for a bit of privacy to log online. I am anxious and depressed. I have over the last year made a couple of attempts to stop, none of them lasting for more than a few days or two weeks. I have been disgusted with myself and felt like a failure.
But today I feel differently. I feel like a flawed man but one who has the power to be a great as he wants to be. So today is the beginning of my true journey of recovery. I have deleted all email addressed, picture, and blocked websites. I've struggled with this enough to understand how difficult this will be for me, and I expect to have setbacks. But I'm excited to have taken the step to join this forum and publicly seek guidance, comfort, advice, and camaraderie with other flawed souls who are wrestling with the same struggle. I appreciate any input, advice, and references to helping me reclaim my life and return to my old joyful self.
I am a 42 year old successful gay man, partnered to a wonderful man for over a decade, with wedding plans on the horizon. I am also a porn addict. My addiction directly relates to my experiences as a young gay outcast in a small rural and conservative town, where I didn't fit it and struggled tremendously to discover and accept who I am. I didn't come out until my late 20-s, but before that the budding internet and discreet chat rooms were where I could explore my sexuality and remain anonymous. Even after publicly accepting who I was, I was still lured to the online world for comfort, excitement, and titillation. The hookup sites were my place of refuge and fun and I eventually came to spend hours looking for the next big thrill. Luckily, I wasn't one to meet in real time situations, so my personal safety was never in jeopardy; instead, I've spent the last decade chatting with guys, exchanging pornographic images and talking endlessly about imaginary sexual exploits. And just as the literature reads, what thrilled me a few years ago I now find boring and dull. Thus, the cycle of trumping the last fantasy with one more graphic and bizarre grows and grows to the point that my online sexual tastes are not in anyway related to my real life.
Although this cycle has continued unbroken in my life for maybe a dozen years, it has only been within the last few years that I've been conscious about my problem. It has taken me awhile to realize that it's consuming every bit of my being. On the most obvious level, it's destroying my sex life. My partner and I have decent infrequent sex. I am dependent on Viagra and even then it takes me awhile to get things going. My interest in my partner has waned and my insecurity about my performance (which was never a problem for me) has grown so much that I'm always finding excuses why we can't be intimate. And immediately after turning him down for sex, I will log onto the internet and chat and cam and masturbate for hours at a time. This, of course, is a source of great stress for me and I'm now realizing that the addiction is the cause. But I'm also starting to see the larger effects of this addiction and how it is consuming my life. I've always been an intellectually curious person, creative, and happy and jovial. I've noticed that increasingly it's as though I'm living in a fog, disinterested in the beautiful world around me. My attention span has shortened to the degree that I can't focus on anything--instead, I'm constantly reaching for my phone to chat with some anonymous guy looking for a bit of privacy to log online. I am anxious and depressed. I have over the last year made a couple of attempts to stop, none of them lasting for more than a few days or two weeks. I have been disgusted with myself and felt like a failure.
But today I feel differently. I feel like a flawed man but one who has the power to be a great as he wants to be. So today is the beginning of my true journey of recovery. I have deleted all email addressed, picture, and blocked websites. I've struggled with this enough to understand how difficult this will be for me, and I expect to have setbacks. But I'm excited to have taken the step to join this forum and publicly seek guidance, comfort, advice, and camaraderie with other flawed souls who are wrestling with the same struggle. I appreciate any input, advice, and references to helping me reclaim my life and return to my old joyful self.