Hi everyone.
I found out about porn at the age of about 12, when my cousin showed my a rather extreme genre of porn. Of course I was hooked, and overtime I started smuggling my laptop to the closet or even taking it with me to the bathtub to get my daily dose of PMO. As soon as I got my smartphone I started PMOing 2-3 times a day, sometimes even up to 6 times. I used mobile porn in at least 2/3rd of my overall PMO sessions.
Over the next few years I started getting worse grades, I was anti-social, pseudo-depressed (I was a pussy), I had brain fog and all these mental problems and I was wondering what all that is. I blamed it on school, mostly. Also I had huge anxiety spikes sometimes. I never ever could imagine myself having intimate times with any girl ever. I thought that there will always be awkward silences in conversations with anyone etc. I thought that I'd never develop a personality.
Around the same time last year I found out about no-PMO while stumbling over yourbrainonporn.com. Everything was clear immediately. I was trying to stay off of porn since, without much success though as my longest streak was only 18 days long. But along with that I did everything I could to improve my life, I lost weight, I got way more social, I stopped procrastinating and a lot more. Finally I managed to get rid of my fear of rejection and to make out with girls in clubs on a weekly basis as most of my other friends did.
This made me think, "is this porn addiction thing real? My life improved greatly, yet I am still masturbating every few days." I fell back into my old habit for a month or so.
Everything changed last week, when I, for the first time, was in bed with a girl I really liked. At first I got hard, but after a few minutes of penetration I got flaccid again. I tried thinking of my favourite porn scenes but still no luck. Literally grabbing my head, I went to sleep with a disappointed/angry girl (she was understanding the next day, luckily). There was alcohol involved, too, but this was the turning point for me.
In this journal, I am making a promise for myself: I will never mention and let a relapse happen anymore.
Thanks for reading my story.
I found out about porn at the age of about 12, when my cousin showed my a rather extreme genre of porn. Of course I was hooked, and overtime I started smuggling my laptop to the closet or even taking it with me to the bathtub to get my daily dose of PMO. As soon as I got my smartphone I started PMOing 2-3 times a day, sometimes even up to 6 times. I used mobile porn in at least 2/3rd of my overall PMO sessions.
Over the next few years I started getting worse grades, I was anti-social, pseudo-depressed (I was a pussy), I had brain fog and all these mental problems and I was wondering what all that is. I blamed it on school, mostly. Also I had huge anxiety spikes sometimes. I never ever could imagine myself having intimate times with any girl ever. I thought that there will always be awkward silences in conversations with anyone etc. I thought that I'd never develop a personality.
Around the same time last year I found out about no-PMO while stumbling over yourbrainonporn.com. Everything was clear immediately. I was trying to stay off of porn since, without much success though as my longest streak was only 18 days long. But along with that I did everything I could to improve my life, I lost weight, I got way more social, I stopped procrastinating and a lot more. Finally I managed to get rid of my fear of rejection and to make out with girls in clubs on a weekly basis as most of my other friends did.
This made me think, "is this porn addiction thing real? My life improved greatly, yet I am still masturbating every few days." I fell back into my old habit for a month or so.
Everything changed last week, when I, for the first time, was in bed with a girl I really liked. At first I got hard, but after a few minutes of penetration I got flaccid again. I tried thinking of my favourite porn scenes but still no luck. Literally grabbing my head, I went to sleep with a disappointed/angry girl (she was understanding the next day, luckily). There was alcohol involved, too, but this was the turning point for me.
In this journal, I am making a promise for myself: I will never mention and let a relapse happen anymore.
Thanks for reading my story.