Thanks for the comment and support, Lyon.
Day 13....
I didn't post here this weekend because everything is mostly going well. I'm definitely in a flatline but it's not severe. My libido has crashed to the point of being almost nonexistent. I did, however, have sex with my partner on Sunday morning without the help of any ED drugs. When we woke up he was clearly horny and I've been doing my best to dodge having to be sexually intimate with him--we've been doing lots of touching, caressing, holding, cuddling, but nothing sexual--and as I posted earlier, I really felt like I had to give him that. Surprisingly, my dick worked just fine after I got over the initial anxiety of "I'm in a flatline! I have no libido!" It was great sex, a wonderful experience and I'm glad it happened. I will say that during the process I found myself fantasizing about porn. Not completely, but I did find that when I got aroused my mind played a few flashbacks of some porn scenes. It was a little disconcerting but I figured, hey, I'm less than 12 weeks into this, my dick is working great, of course there is going to be some of my addiction residuals in the recesses of my mind.
That being said, yesterday and this morning have been more difficult in terms of resisting PMO. I feel vaguely horny now, although I know that this can't be the case because I'm not aroused and haven't even had morning wood the last few days. Sundays have always been my dark time--usually a little hungover from Saturday night, tired from the weekend, lots of spare time to waste. We live in a small city with a small gay population, but just an hour and a half down the road is a major city that's known as a gay mecca of sorts. Yesterday I had to go to this major city for some work and was so very tempted to download grindr and check it out while I was there. It's such an interesting psychology. In the course of my visit it actually began to seem perfectly logical why it would be ok to download it, that it was just for this short day visit, it would only be one time, it couldn't possibly set my reboot back that much, I'm sure my partner has slipped and got on there, what if there's the hottest guy ever online right now and I could hookup with him?!?!?! etc. etc. But, with relatively little effort I resisted the urge and spent my time in the car scrolling through spotify and creating my own super play list of new music.
I've tried to reboot more than a handful of times in the last couple of years and the two week mark seems to be the point at which my fortitude gives and I indulge in some PMO. And it usually ends up being a real bender, I kind of go into a fugue state. I guess because my penis is rested, and I've been deprived, that when I do give in, it's almost like the first time I ever looked a porn. Huge rushes of dopamine and adrenaline and I just scroll and jerk and edge and do it some more. I'm at that point today, I can tell. My dopamine receptors have been deprived for long enough now and they're screaming "feed me! feed me!" I'm so thankful for yourbrainonporn.com and all the current scientific research available now for those of up who are trying to overcome this thing. Being armed with the science and physiology behind this addiction is such a weapon for me to defeat it. Before, when I reached this point I'd give in because 1) I had no idea of the damage I was doing by engaging in it; and 2) I genuinely thought I was horny and needed relief without realizing that it wasn't that I wasn't horny, but that I was addicted and it was my mind craving that rush, not my balls needing to be drained. So needless to say, while I can tell I'm into a bit of a dark period, I feel pretty confident that I'll resist the urge and trudge forward. I take note of this experience today because I'm interested to see how long this lasts--is it a brief hump and next week I'll be much better? Or will I feel weak and discouraged for a considerable stretch of time.
I'll also mention that while I've been extremely happy the last two weeks, it's come along with a spike in my level anxiety. It's weird because I now have time to focus on things that I totally avoided when I could be distracted with PMO all the time. And this anxiety is primarily focused on my own body. I've always been extremely physically fit and am generally considered handsome enough in the face. Growing old and seeing my body change is a bigger issue to me than I've ever really appreciated. I've known this, but being preoccupied with PMO allowed me to disregard it. That was part of the false joy I found in sending pictures of myself to guys on grindr--it was constant daily reaffirmation to get messages telling me that I was hot, that I had an amazing body, or a nice dick. I kind of knew that part of my urge to be on there was to fulfill this need, but now it's more obvious than ever. I'm 42 years old and my physique is still pretty top notch, I'm getting old. And I hate it. For so many years my identity as a gay man (like many of us) has centered on being a big strapping stud with a great body. I know that this is not sustainable and it's very unsettling when you think your foundation is crumbling away. What's even more remarkable is that since I stopped PMO I'm spending more time in the gym, eating healthier, sleeping better, so if anything, my body is getting even better. And yet without the daily affirmations from all my online and grindr pretend friends, I'm feeling worse about my physical self. I see the gray in my beard, the wrinkles around my eyes, feel the weird way my skin gives, I'm feeling some aches and pains that I've not felt before. I really haven't thought through this aspect of myself and my addiction as clearly as I have in this post. Rereading it sounds so superficial and ridiculous--and I suppose it is. But it's still my issue and it affects me greatly because it goes all the way back when I was that lonely gay boy in a very small rural and conservative town, trying my best to fit in and be a MAN, be a stud. Crazy how your experience from 30+ years ago stay with you and keep affecting your life and mutating in ways that continue to affect you.
And that is mostly why I miss porn and hookup sites. It feels good to understand that.