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Sorry if this is a bit melodramatic. Talking about it helps me even if it's just random strangers on an imageboard.
I've had a pretty serious porn addiction for the past several years. You could make the argument it's been lifelong but the last few years have been way worse. I have masochistic tendencies and it's something I've suppressed for a long time. Themes of blackmail, coercion, completely bending over for a girl no matter how badly she treats me. The more personal it is the more it gets me off. Getting spanked is a turn on. Getting spanked as the girl tells me about how abused men need to be put in their place to break the cycle... That shit really turns me on. Apologizing is a big theme.
It's fueled by childhood trauma. Some of it comes down to "muh dopamine" but there seems to be something a lot more sinister going on. I seem to use porn as a means to self harm. It's hard to explain the scope of that. Whenever I entertain these fantasies it's an incredible rush. Once I finish things get bad. No matter how good my day was going before it goes in the toilet. My motivation and will to do things plummet. Crying after a scene isn't rare. I'd rather cry than dissociate. I've spent hours doing nothing because my brain pulled the plug. Not "wasting time" doing nothing. Actually doing nothing. Like barely thinking as I stare down my pc which has long since went to sleep.
Those effects have lessened over time but I need to stop. It certainly hasn't been all bad. I understand the way the trauma works much better and I've talked with some people who've had similar life trajectories. It's thanks to them that I started hating myself less. I've been trying to stop but it's hard. Sexual thoughts make me uncomfortable and so my gut reaction is to destroy them (excessive fapping) or to label them as bad (shame, self hatred). It's... very scary. When I go for more than a few days without fapping I start getting intense urges. If I stand strong the urge to fap morphs into an urge to cut. I cut myself in highschool a few times but they weren't "real" cuts and were done more out of curiosity than anything else. This is something different. I've fantasized about it. Feeling the blade press into my skin, the slow tearing apart of skin. The bleeding. Sexual thoughts would be the last thing on my mind and it'd sting for hours, maybe even days. The thought sometimes even becomes sexually exciting. Honestly? I want to cut myself but I know it won't solve anything. I already opened pandoras box. Opening another isn't a good idea. I saw somebody say they do a lot of similar things to the brain (cutting/fapping). Maybe that's why. I can't start. If I start I'll die. I live alone and I'm stubborn. I won't go see doctors and if my history with fapping is anything to go by I'll take things too far.
There is some hope though. Back in July I had a two week streak which is the longest I've ever gone without porn. I did still fap but I kept myself from fantasizing. I'd describe that as less exciting but more fulfilling. The pleasure was a lot more about the body rather than the mind. I didn't get the same crash or low mood after finishing. I did still want to cut myself but towards the end that desire started falling off... Unfortunately life happened, stress piled on and I relapsed. I changed a lot of things in my personal life that made that possible. I started going to the park regularly and poured a lot of time into home improvement. I had to move and so all the things I picked up to keep hands off pp had to change. It was actually three weeks if you don't count having looked at porn once during the first seven days. Everything about my life was easier during those two weeks. If I can get back to that place I can beat this. I wasn't stressed out all the time and was actually engaging with my hobbies again. I was a lot more present in my body too. It made me kind of uncomfortable but at the same time it was really nice. I miss that feeling. I haven't felt that way since I was a child.
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