It's simply amazing how weak I am against the force of porn.
I am 50 years old, and have been addicted to PMO since the age of 13, Yep, that"s 37 years. In fact, the behavior actually started earlier since I actually clipped pictures of girls from magazines and kept a collection under my mattress around the age of 11 or 12. But I'll start the clock at the age of 13 since that was when I was first introduced to real PMO.
For 15 years (from the age of 13 to 28), life rocked on with PMO sessions several times a week. I finished college, got married, and had kids, now grown. I was completely at ease and fully believed that PMO was harmless fun, and also healthy.
Then at the age of 28 I became a Christian, and began to grow spiritually. All of a sudden, I realized that this behavior was not healthy, wasn't live-enriching, and was stunting my spiritual growth. So I decided to stop. But I simply couldn't stop, and thus began a familiar cycle of stop-crave-binge-shame-repeat. I can usually white-knuckle for two weeks before binging. I worked hard this past January and went 29 days. But the relapse binge was so mind-melting I imagine I did more harm than good.
This habit is causing a lot of brain fog and depression. I'm really disappointed with myself.
People on this site talk about "restoring" their normal brain chemistry. But since I started screwing up my brain before I got out of puberty, I may have never really had normal brain function. So I am wondering if my brain can actually heal to the point I can get pleasure and stimulation from the normal things of life, rather than having to put on a show for the world and then run off to a secret oasis for some "me time" by self-medicating with dopamine.
So if there are some guys with 30+ experience in this mud hole, I would love to hear how you are doing. I am really curious how much wholeness I could one day expect to find, or if the effects of re-wiring I have accomplished over the last 37 years are beyond repair, I realize that convincing myself that it is "too late" for me is just another way to justify this behavior. Crafty stuff.
I guess that's enough for now. Thanks for reading.
I am 50 years old, and have been addicted to PMO since the age of 13, Yep, that"s 37 years. In fact, the behavior actually started earlier since I actually clipped pictures of girls from magazines and kept a collection under my mattress around the age of 11 or 12. But I'll start the clock at the age of 13 since that was when I was first introduced to real PMO.
For 15 years (from the age of 13 to 28), life rocked on with PMO sessions several times a week. I finished college, got married, and had kids, now grown. I was completely at ease and fully believed that PMO was harmless fun, and also healthy.
Then at the age of 28 I became a Christian, and began to grow spiritually. All of a sudden, I realized that this behavior was not healthy, wasn't live-enriching, and was stunting my spiritual growth. So I decided to stop. But I simply couldn't stop, and thus began a familiar cycle of stop-crave-binge-shame-repeat. I can usually white-knuckle for two weeks before binging. I worked hard this past January and went 29 days. But the relapse binge was so mind-melting I imagine I did more harm than good.
This habit is causing a lot of brain fog and depression. I'm really disappointed with myself.
People on this site talk about "restoring" their normal brain chemistry. But since I started screwing up my brain before I got out of puberty, I may have never really had normal brain function. So I am wondering if my brain can actually heal to the point I can get pleasure and stimulation from the normal things of life, rather than having to put on a show for the world and then run off to a secret oasis for some "me time" by self-medicating with dopamine.
So if there are some guys with 30+ experience in this mud hole, I would love to hear how you are doing. I am really curious how much wholeness I could one day expect to find, or if the effects of re-wiring I have accomplished over the last 37 years are beyond repair, I realize that convincing myself that it is "too late" for me is just another way to justify this behavior. Crafty stuff.
I guess that's enough for now. Thanks for reading.