bill evans fan
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I'm interested to hear anything you all have to share about telling close friends and family about your PMO addiction.
For years I kept it a secret, and it really was killing me to bear it alone. But I did share my problem. I have to date told my wife, my sister, and a couple of good friends. Each time I could hardly believe the words coming out of my mouth, it didn't even sound like I was talking about myself.
I found that being able to tell the story has helped me become able to rationalize "why" PMO addiction happened to me. It helped me feel less like a perpetrator and more like a victim, as well as an agent of change in myself.
That is because in order to tell the story, I had to go back to how it started. Basically I was put in a situation where I had access to P as a teenager (internet in bedroom), but no role model and no one who I could talk to about it. When I think about what a poor decision that was on the part of the adults looking after me, I feel just a bit less guilty about the whole thing. After all in the mid-90s no one had a clue this was going to happen to a generation of boys.
Anyway, telling the story, telling it all, and starting at the beginning -- really helped me feel more human, more me. It wasn't easy, I think I basically wept on every single occasion. Also I'm super lucky that the people I told were massively supportive of me, and I wouldn't suggest anyone copy me unless they were completely sure that the listener would also support them. (n.b. I haven't told parents, etc...)
Telling people did NOT solve my PMO addiction. But, it did improve things quite a bit. Firstly, I stopped feeling a paralysing wave of guilt and panic on the occasions where I feared I had been found out. (like each time I was browsing P and suddenly have no internet -- first thought used to be massive panic!) Secondly it unlocked a feeling of forgiveness in me when I saw other people's compassion for my problem.
And here's a bonus. Since I owned up to my problem, I have been way more compassionate to other people too. When I was a kid, I would laugh or look down on people with problems like eating disorders or addictions, etc... I just didn't "get" what that meant. But these days I feel like I can totally relate to people who go through rough patches in their lives. When a family member told me about his dope habit, the conversation went really well and I could be very constructive. It turns out that understanding my own problem and forgiving myself just made me a slightly nicer person.
Anyway enough from me, what about you guys?
For years I kept it a secret, and it really was killing me to bear it alone. But I did share my problem. I have to date told my wife, my sister, and a couple of good friends. Each time I could hardly believe the words coming out of my mouth, it didn't even sound like I was talking about myself.
I found that being able to tell the story has helped me become able to rationalize "why" PMO addiction happened to me. It helped me feel less like a perpetrator and more like a victim, as well as an agent of change in myself.
That is because in order to tell the story, I had to go back to how it started. Basically I was put in a situation where I had access to P as a teenager (internet in bedroom), but no role model and no one who I could talk to about it. When I think about what a poor decision that was on the part of the adults looking after me, I feel just a bit less guilty about the whole thing. After all in the mid-90s no one had a clue this was going to happen to a generation of boys.
Anyway, telling the story, telling it all, and starting at the beginning -- really helped me feel more human, more me. It wasn't easy, I think I basically wept on every single occasion. Also I'm super lucky that the people I told were massively supportive of me, and I wouldn't suggest anyone copy me unless they were completely sure that the listener would also support them. (n.b. I haven't told parents, etc...)
Telling people did NOT solve my PMO addiction. But, it did improve things quite a bit. Firstly, I stopped feeling a paralysing wave of guilt and panic on the occasions where I feared I had been found out. (like each time I was browsing P and suddenly have no internet -- first thought used to be massive panic!) Secondly it unlocked a feeling of forgiveness in me when I saw other people's compassion for my problem.
And here's a bonus. Since I owned up to my problem, I have been way more compassionate to other people too. When I was a kid, I would laugh or look down on people with problems like eating disorders or addictions, etc... I just didn't "get" what that meant. But these days I feel like I can totally relate to people who go through rough patches in their lives. When a family member told me about his dope habit, the conversation went really well and I could be very constructive. It turns out that understanding my own problem and forgiving myself just made me a slightly nicer person.
Anyway enough from me, what about you guys?