Angry at yourself and angry at Women, oh boy can I relate to the 'at women' part of that statement! I used to examine my anger and think 'any particular woman' and clear as a bell the inner voice said 'that bitch that is your Wife, that cow that tore up a picture of your new born son with his Grandparents!'
That event must now have happened over 20 years ago but recall the angry feeling as if I was feeling it all over again as I type these words. I look back at myself and say 'why didn't you just explode with her there and then, why didn't you scream and shout at her as she shredded the small colour print?' Now I know why I didn't and why I inevitably would have PMO'd at some point instead. I was in fact not really ME, that self had not been fully born, even 20 years ago that self was not formed enough to assert its pain at the actions of a third party, or even to express out rage! That self had to roll over, play dead and get along. That self needed that then Wife as a supporting prop, it was not grown enough to survive on its own. It was not grown enough to survive in the cut and thrust of being married but it could easily survive and even get it's REVENGE in PMO! How many times would I breathlessly whisper the word 'BITCH' when I found the ideal money shot? Yes, I recall that driving, punitive anger against the images and myself. I really feel for you as you deal with those feelings.
I can only say that the true growth of self took well over a decade. It might be worth me saying that my old 'not fully formed self' could never have faced the possibility of my own death as I had to last year in a very real sense but this one, the one grown out of pain, fear, fighting, frustration, counselling and even prayer, this one managed it almost without blinking.
I am certain the emergence of this self is certainly through the great liberation of my divorce and behind that has been the diminished need to PMO. I'll always be an addict, just like an drug addict will always want a fix. Yet as the distance grows from where you once were, you realise the new place you are choosing to be... It just takes time and I wish I could give you a fixed figure but that is quite impossible