Destruction StoriesPorn brings destruction on the viewer and his or her family. We share these stories from the emails we have received over the years. They can be depressing, so be sure to visit our Freedom Stories page to remind yourself that there is hope. These stories are published with the permission of the senders. 1/22/2013: I thank you for the time and effort you've put into your site and the resources that are there. In addition to what I emailed over last night, I've also found the videos and resouces at purepassion.us to be very encouraging. They deal with the spiritual aspect of things, but also the chemical and psychological aspects and are full of testimonies of people who have come out on the other side. It was through the videos on purepassion.us that I was first able to see woman not as objects but as daughters of God… and specifically to realize that most of the woman in the porn I would consume are either trafficked or have "daddy issues". No woman does porn because she wants to. The money may be appealing and society in general may have worn them down and created an acceptance of a more sexual culture, but most of the girls in porn (especially the foreign ones) are either drugged, abused, and trafficked or they are emotionally scarred by past relationships, abandonment, or abuse. Realizing this hasn't cured me by any means, but it has helped to see them as unwilling victims… to see them as someone I would feel sorry for and to realize that my own porn issues and sexual addictions could effect my daughters in such a way that they could end up being one of those girls in a video that some other guy is watching. I need freedom not just for myself, but for the protection of my daughters and for the future relationships they will have. One of the many lies of porn is that the girls accept you and won't say no or reject you. The truth is they are not doing this willingly and in 99.999% of the scenarios if you bumped into the girls at the grocery store she wouldn't even give you a second look, much less jump into some sexual fantasy with you and would definitely reject you (really… how many 18 year old hot blondes do you know that wants to have hours of sex with some 35-40 year old male they just met). To give you a bit of background… I can remember being first exposed to pornography around the age of 8 or so. I can remember masturbating for the first time around the age of 14 or 15 to a Victoria's Secret magazine I stole from my neighbor's mailbox. I'm going to be 37 years old in a few weeks and will have had a habitual masturbation habit for almost 20 years. I used to use Victoria's Secret ads or porn stolen from the local convenience store. As I got older the internet access became easier and faster… from dial-up to highspeed internet access and it seems as though the porn became more prevalent and often times free. Being in an IT career, I'm smarter than most when it comes to covering or hiding my tracks and for me the secrecy and coverup was probably greater than for most. So I've likely dealt with more deception and secrecy than most… but also have been very prideful as a result of not getting caught most of the time and being more emboldened by my not getting caught. I've even circumvented internet based porn filters and not been caught by my accountability partner. I've cheated on my wife more than once and attempted to multiple times. My marriage has suffered and my children have suffered. In more recent years I've been compared to Bundy or Dahmer and called a "narcisstic sociopath that's incapable of love". It was only through finding freedom from porn and sexual addiction that I was able to see clearly on that issue. The world says there's no hope for narcisstic sociopaths. We are uncurable. Of course, the world and psychologists and psychiatrists don't typically include the "God factor". The more I researched and read about narcisstic sociopaths, the more I realized that uncontrolled lust has many of the same traits and results. Lust and love are like oil and water, so where lust is, love cannot be. Lust breeds selfishness and self-centeredness. Lust breeds pride… both in terms of saying "I won't get caught" and "I know better than God's Word", but also in a grandiose sense that says "I'm sexy and I know it 'cause all those girls in the videos want me". Lust and covering it up breeds lies and deception. When you start looking at the medical diagnosis and traits of a sociopath or a narcisstic sociopath they include traits like lying, delusions of grandeur, arrogance, selfishness, self-centeredness, using people for their own ends, secrecy, manipulation, pride, etc. It was startling to me to compare the traits of a narcisstic sociopath to a person that is bound up by years of uncontrolled lust. But it was also freeing to me to see that what mental science says is uncurable is completely curable by God. As an aside, most sociopaths also abuse animals and can't hold down a steady job. Those two things never applied to me, but everything else did. Sadly, you only need to hit 80-90% of the traits to be labeled as a sociopath and so many of the other ones fit. The one key thing though is that a true sociopath will never admit he/she has a problem or needs help. I've known for years that I had a problem. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop. I knew I needed help, but I never sought out or found the resources for the help. And when I might be successful in my own endeavors for a day or a week or (rarely) a month, I would always fail and then give up and usually binge (masturbating 4-5 times in one day sometimes). I'm still in the early process of finding healing and living in freedom, but I'm seriously considering working on something akin to "A Narcisstic Sociopath Saved By Grace". I'm encouraged because I think there are others like me… people the medical/mental community has diagnosed as uncurable. And I think working on it while working out my own freedom through Christ will be a true work of healing. I appreciate your site and its resources tremendously. I've gone through Every Man's Battle. I've used the resources at purepassion.us. I've seen the books at the bookstore. But I've yet to see one that deals with the psychological and/or psychiatric side of things compared to the spiritual… mostly because science doesn't want to acknowledge God. When you read about Bundy or Dahmer you'll find that the common downward spiral affected them. Its the same for lust as it is for drugs. What starts with marijuana becomes speed which becomes coke which becomes crack. And what starts with Victoria's Secret becomes Playboy which becomes hard core (penetration) porn which becomes videos and live streams and then deviant things like transexuals or homosexuality or bestiality which becomes illegal things. But before Bundy or Dahmer killed or raped, they were abused and neglected and they casually looked at porn. The difference between them and me and how far they went. I am grateful to have stopped where I have and not gone any further, though I can totally relate to how some people keep going deeper and deeper. 9/7/2012: One of the problems that I suffer from is performance anxiety as a result of my wife's addiction. I often feel inadequate and the fear of failure in sex sometimes causes the inability to get an erection. This really upsets her and she often makes things worse by blaming me or saying that I don't desire her. This pushes her further into her addiction and causes her to reject me. I have recently sent her the link to your site and it would help if it explained the problem that men experience when their wives have the addiction. If I say it, she thinks that I am just blaming her. Please include a section explaining men's negative affects in a relationship so they too can understand the pain that we are in.... Many of the effects [of a wife's addiction on a husband] are the same [as a husband's addiction on a wife] , including feelings of inadequacy and fear that I am not capable of fulfilling my wife’s needs. I am also afraid that she doesn’t really want me sexually. It affects my health profoundly and I am suffering daily with fear and battling depression. I am living in fear that she will cheat on me and she has trouble telling me that she won’t. When I have an episode were I can’t get an erection she say many hurtful things and threatens to get satisfied elsewhere. This in turn increases the frequency of the performance anxiety. ...Sex is a intensely mental state and if fear or doubt is involved, arousal is impossible. It is her behavior and word that causes this erectile dysfunction and she refuses to believe that, because it is coming from me and I am just blaming my problem on her. She says that I am not attracted to her and maybe she needs to find someone who is. This is not the case. I am attracted to her, but mentally I am in turmoil and not able to focus on anything but doubt. She also thinks that there are some justifiable circumstances in which she could cheat. I told her that is in never justified and it cannot be allowed to happen. 5/26/2012: Finger-painting and nap time were the innocence of age; the age where eyes first laid sight of those undressed souls. Curiosity ruled, compulsion followed-- in years, the soul turned dark. Empty hollow vessel, with nothing but despair-- Isolated and demonized by fellow peers. How could this be if such action is glorified? Heart-broken. Confused. Suicidal thoughts. Gorgeous bright light found its way, creating a path through a bottomless-pitch-black abyss. Down I follow through the yellow brick road, nothing short of happiness and fulfilling life. At last, content and alive, never alone.. Never in a thousand years has there been a feeling like this. A touch from the sun, a breath from the wind, a splash from the oceans--at last freedom has come with tears of joy. Storms fly above and the sun is blocked. Heavy rainfall, powerful wind, roars from the beast; afar a cave I see, shelter is provided and brings comfort. How far does this cave go? Into the belly of the beast I go, the fire I carry shrinks thinner and thinner until extinguished. A place too familiar once again. Longing for liberation, I make a stand. Love over lust; peace over envy; freedom over oppression. I long for the feeling of life. Forgive me for I have sinned. Father please free me.. I long of thee. 4/7/2012: I find it incredible how one can make such a realization about sexual immorality. The "darkness" which used to lead me to sin was based on the media's portrayal of women, the "casual sex" attitude that fills our society and my ignorance of the Bible or moreover my pride in thinking that religion is unimportant and my own desires are paramount and only I know what makes me happy..and yet I would find myself once more in depression, anger, sadness etc. Young people (like myself) do not realize the long term effects of sexual addiction until its too late. I used to think that casual sex was to be celebrated by amount; now I realize that virginity is not to be mocked but rather recognized as a pure and beautiful state for those blessed enough to have stayed in the way God intended. No sex before marriage? I used to laugh. Now I understand. I see the light...a relationship without love creates a hole....the fruit should be ripe and unspoilt....like love. Let us all be healed of our sins, Jesus have mercy... One of the pertinent "destructive" effects when it comes to casual sex is this: a wife to be is likely to ask how many women have slept with you - a man may want to lie about it but is then likely to feel guilty about not telling their wife the truth. We all make mistakes and some partners will embrace those who have regret but it is best for young people to know that they will not be able to say "I am a virgin" as intended by the bible. They just need to understand that when they lose their virginity they will never have it back. They will never be able to have sex as a virgin if they get a new partner. I don't think many people actually weigh up the consequences of their actions: I refer to garden of Eden as a pointer - mmmm nice apple...and what was the result? How many young people think about this? Some will regret it and go on to lead great lives but some will get caught in a web of sexual sin. I do not judge people...only God can have final judgment....but I wish that people understood what they were getting into. You may have mentioned the above on your website but I thought I would detail it in case it adds anything." 3/14/2012: So I just lost my job for looking at pornography at work. Not surprisingly, and indeed providentially, I have almost welcomed this "thief in the night" calamity. It was overdue. I first started with Paul's porn-free-org site in 2004 around the time it got started and immediately worked through the Freedom Journey I. I did the other studies and began the daily devotions a while later, going year-beginning to year-end at least twice (I'd say, even with the intermittent periods of absenteeism, that this will be the fourth or fifth time I've done a March 5 'Friendship' one). Everything Paul has set forth, all of the meticulously constructed and rigid, biblically enhanced aspects of this site are, in my opinion, the Godsend that I needed at the time (04/05ish) to "get free" of sex addiction/pornography/masturbation/deceit/lust/wickedness which have been such a part of my life for the latter half of my 31 years. When I moved into my own house in 05, I intentionally refused to have TV, internet access and any other obvious trigger-points which would inevitably drag me down. I have a laptop from which I watch movies, but I took out the internet memory card and destroyed it. I'd tried the filtered software thing only to find a way to get around it or I'd settle in to watch TV only to be "led away and enticed." I begged God to free me, to bring me a trial, a brokenness and a desire to be rid of the "sin which so easily entangles" because I knew, and as a learned more and more through Paul's materials, that sexual sin wasn't an isolated entity, It was sin against "my own body." My entire spiritual, emotional and bodily life were being dragged down with what I was doing. I'd done the rationalizing (porn's not hurting anyone), the compromising (This'll be the last time) and the deceiving (It can't be overcome, don't fight it). I wanted to be free. Brokenness over a rejection from a girl ultimately gave me the compulsion I needed to get over the top and from about April or May of 2007 to January of '08, I was free, able to control my eyes/thoughts/actions, speak the truth, break secrecy, feel intimacy with God and generally walk in righteousness. But I knew the sin was still "crouching at my door," still assaulting my days and nights and that, no matter how I pleaded with God for more compulsion to "fight the good fight," I was getting closer to the edge. In vain I prayed, did the devotions, redid FJ1, FJ2 and all the others, willed myself toward quiet times, set barriers, appealed to accountability partners and took my thoughts to the obedience to Christ only to fall right back in to fleshly habits when the spiritual necessity, that "love of Christ compels us," drive simply dissipated away. I'd go to work in the middle of the night under the pretense of actually "working," and even though our personal computers are filtered, the laptops aren't, making my lamb-led-to-the-slaughter habits all the more sordid and devious. I have (had) a good boss. She's certainly not nice, or even polite to most people, but she'll work with her employees on problems to a point. And so, still not knowing of my habit (server issues i guess), she facilitated my maneuvers and efforts to stop. I secretly did everything I could. I switched desks with a coworker so that my personal computer screen (a filtered, but still volatile trigger) was directly in her line of sight. I had other people check out my material, I spoke to my counselor about it, gave as much money as I could in tithes and gifts (though this was probably more a sneaky way of compromising with God), and I even broke secrecy with some of my small group members (up until then, it had only been with counselors and pastors). But it continued. I kept the habit, quenching the Spirit, heedless of God's wrath--"I'll repent later"--and soon descended into full-blown depravity. I started drinking around this time, gluttony (always an issue) returned in force, and my relationships, the ones I had anyway, were saturated with falsehood. The most dangerous and damning sin is of course pride of life. For me, my own envy, my covetous wrath, my wicked hatred of others, my critical judgment of anyone, and, most of all, my self-absorption amplified itself into a daily monster of sin which ultimately, as it always will, gave way to hardened despair in the end. Self-pity crept in. The lingering thoughts of, "I tried, I really tried, not in the flesh of course, but in prayerful devotion and redeeming brokenness, to resolve the situation and IT JUST DIDN'T WORK ALL THE WAY.", "I'm meeting obligations to avoid hassle," or " Who's living? I'm just waiting to die." I'd say to myself, "I'd curse God and die if not for HELL" and even "It's not my fault . . ." All of this was concealed of course behind the passive countenance. There were good things still, good fellowship with believers, positive reinforcement from faithful friends and God's hand at work in my finding a new church, but much of the interior was wasting away, still imprisoned by Giant Despair, still self-righteously bitter over the addiction that could never die. Like practically everyone, I've been "diagnosed" with depression, clinically examined by a psychiatrist since the age of 18, and am still all medicated up on the various SSRI's and whatnot. But let's be real. Because depression, as a certified medical ailment, certainly ISN'T. The reason for my debilitating moods, weeks, months and years on end devoid of joy, the at times nearly uncontrollable malice, the spiritual poverty, the daily isolation, the resentful seclusion, fear of exposure and shame, the pharisaical scorn of others is and will remain, until Christ comes, SIN. Fallen nature, sins of the father, demonic presences roaming about. Those are the afflictions, the thorns in the flesh, the stumbling blocks and, inevitably, the excuses. I have problems, but in all likelihood, they are problems of having too much; I have been too blessed, too well-provided for. I've worked hard, sure, and through God's mercy and divine grace have been able to achieve some worldly things. I I live alone. I don't have a girlfriend, never have (lots of rejection/dejection/trigger/root memories anecdotes here which could go on forever). In my prideful mind, I certainly don't want to be married, even if I obviously "need" to be married. My own troubles are destructive enough and that's just me thinking about myself (self-righteousness about my perceived selflessness). How disastrous would it be if I were married, my sin contaminating another life, or lives, my wickedness and utterly vile nature establishing even more root sins for further generations? God forbid I should procreate and pawn my weaknesses, my morally crippled character, on to an offspring. I'm plugged in to a good church, have a good small group and faithful friends, individuals placed in my life for God's purpose. I've served in many different (I've done ESL classes, groundskeeping and maintenance, AV projects, outreach, the church library, etc.). I have been overly blessed with abundant resources, with proximity to aid and help, with the listening ears of long-suffering friends and neighbors, and with the monetary funds so that I can over tithe and still receive God's abundance. But it has all come crumbling down; my "shame [has become my] disgrace," and my "crooked paths [have been] found out." 11/22/2011: “Hello, I've seen your website and it was wonderful to read and
see everyone else fight and break their struggles with pornography. I'm
hoping that in writing this story that I will help myself come to grips with it
myself and hopefully help anyone else in a similar situation. The
addiction started at 13 years of age, when I just started masturbating without
really knowing what it was. It quickly grew out of hand as I ended up doing it
very frequently and looked for different "better" ways to do it. By age 14, I
realized I couldn't really stop doing it. Still not realizing it was a mortal
sin or anything, I still felt like it was wrong of me to do this. Then I started
looking at pornography and that made my guilt rise sky high, as well as my
cravings for the deed. By age 15, I was looking at every kind of lustful thing,
and found myself looking at homosexual pornography.
9/6/2010: 8/24/2010 "When
I was about 14, I stumbled across a topless picture in the newspaper (in England
we have them). From then on, I kept on being spurred on to look at more. I stole
some porno mags from the local store (not hardcore, just full nudity). Of course
BBS's where around and then I managed to get hardcore porn. Great, I thought.
Then the internet became available. A gateway to free pornography. 7/25/2010 "I am a 53-year-old Christian man, and for over 33 years I have had
a close relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ. The Holy Spirit was a sweet
comfort to me and also the Lord lead me by His spirit in every area of my life.
But at the same time I also had a problem with harassment from demonic spirits
due to an extreme time of rebellion in my life between the ages of 15 and 20.
When I was 28 and still a virgin, I decided that the only way I was going to
have any sexual satisfaction was to take it by the force of sin since I thought
myself too inferior to have a good relationship with a woman. There were a lot
of cute Christian girls that wanted to go out with me though. So, there
developed a 2-week cycle of sin in my life. I would binge on porn and the Holy
Spirit would be quenched. I could feel the demonic spirits enter my mind. Then
I would go act on what I saw with a prostitute. I would feel awful after the
act and cry out forgiveness. I would get a severe headache also caused by a
demon and be like a vegetable for a few days. Eventually around day 10 the Lord
would restore my spirit back to Him. We would have that close fellowship again
and my spirit would return to normal. Over 25 years this cycle has been
repeated about 450 times. 7/4/2010: "I was the epitome of innocence when I was young up to the age of 13. I grew up feeling rejected at home. I always felt that my parents loved my brother more than me. I felt unwanted and unloved. Sometimes I just felt as if my sheer existence in the house was to merely to fulfill the quota of having two children. My dad never showed much interest in my life as compared to the abundant attention he gave my brother. My brother and I were never close. I was the innocent good boy, who was the subject of ridicule and bully by my brother. When other siblings generally took care of each other in school, my school life was terrorized by my brother, that I sometimes dreaded going to school. I would be frightened and bullied by my brother and his friends. I school, I was called various names by my friends , especially sissy. The only problem was, my innocence was at an extreme level, that I didn’t even know what it meant nor why they were calling me such names. It would not be far fetched to say that I was probably like Adam before eating the fruit of knowledge of good and evil. My early childhood witnessed rejection at home and school. As I got slightly older, I became fat. Even then, I was still innocent that I didn’t know that it was socially “wrong” to be fat. The fact that people including relatives started teasing me, made me feel really fat and ugly, that I spent the following years shying away from people and relatives. I felt so rejected and depressed. The only odd thing that I can never understand was the fact that I was masturbating at an early age of 6 or 7 without even knowing what I was doing. I remember, every night I would be rubbing myself against the bed until a slimy liquid comes out. I never knew what I was doing nor why I was doing it. I was pretty much like that until I was 13. Until that age, I did not know anything about sex. I just thought that when two people sleep together they get babies. When I was 13, my classmates would be talking about sex, but I often felt lost and stayed away from such conversations. I never really had any friends. One day at home, I stumbled upon a tape that belonged to my brother. That day is the one day that I wish I could erase from my life. As I played the tape I saw a naked man and woman together. It was like nothing I have ever seen or imagined. I was confused and disgusted. I felt nauseated for at least a week. That was my first encounter with something called sex. After a week, strangely, out of the disgust, grew an unexplicable liking mounted with curiosity. I watched it again, this time for a longer duration. And that day onwards, I was drawn to the entity called “porn”. The same year, I got a computer with internet. Everything was just a click away. From that year onwards, I learnt a lot about sex and porn. For the first time I masturbated knowingly that I was masturbating, since during my early childhood I did not know what I was doing. I never knew what was meant by homosexuality even during that age. Since I did not have friends, nor was I close to my family. I started using internet chatrooms. Me being so young, clearly did not get anyone’s attention to chat. Strangely, as I explored different chatrooms, I got attention from males and I liked the attention. I felt like I had friends. I felt wanted. That is how I got to know about the word “gay”. Soon I would haunt the gay chatrooms frequently upto wee hours in the morning. Probably, until I was 15 I have never watched gay porn. Through my association with gay men from the chatrooms I was introduced to gay porn. Years passed and porn and masturbation became an addiction. I remember that later, I learnt than porn and masturbation were considered as sins, in my Sunday classes. I was tormented by such great guilt. I would cry out to the lord asking for forgiveness and I would promise to the lord that I would never do such things again. A week would pass, and I would fall into darkness again. This led me to break promises with god. One point I just felt that I was talking the lord’s name in vain and was grieving god, that I decided that I would not ask for forgiveness from god until the day I manage to conquer this addiction. That was the first crack in my relationship with God. 10 years have passed and im still suffering from addiction. At least during the early years I felt that it was a sin, but later , looking at the world treating porn and masturbation like a totally acceptable thing to do, I started to excuse myself. I no longer considered it to be a sin. I just thought that it was nothing more than a bad habit, just like smoking. I realized that the more I try to suppress it, the more I end up doing it. So I just ended up accepting it as a way of life. The crack in my relationship with god progressed into a huge canyon. Due to a series of event that occurred this year, I am once again united with god. I felt that all these years I was a Christian just for the namesake. For the first time, I felt like real Christian and felt the presence of god .I came to my senses. I realized that porn and masturbation were sins and did not please God. Since that day onwards , I have been trying to quit porn and masturbation but to no avail. Every time I fail, I would be really disgusted and ashamed of myself. I would weep and ask for forgiveness from the Lord , but the following days I would end up doing it again. To make things worse, now that I am back to God and I realize the sins, I feel a real spiritual battle between good and evil. I feel as if the devil is trying to bring me back to darkness. I suffered greater temptations and oppressions than ever before in my life. I was tempted to drink alcohol and to do drugs since these are the common elements in porn. Until this day I have not succumbed to alcohol, but there was a day, when the oppression was too great that I sniffed PVC glue. I am not a person who would do or even think of such a thing, but look at me that I have fallen so greatly in a split second. The oppressions were so severe that dirty thoughts would be running in my mind 24/7 no matter how hard I try to stop. I cant think of anything else. Its like the devil is forcing me to think of such thing. I had no choice but to masturbate so that I could sleep peacefully. Until I masturbate, the devil would torment my mind with images of porn and restlessness that I would not be able to sleep until the wee hours of the morning. I tried to get closer to god and the oppressions decreased. Suicidal ideations came out of the horizon for reasons I cant explain. I have no more thoughts of drugs or alcohol, but I am still suffering from porn and masturbation addiction. I have cried up to the last drop of tear to the Lord for help. I even prayed that God would take away my freewill so I will not sin and upset him. God has been the only person who has been there for me all my life and the very fact that im still alive today is because of God. I greatly grieves my soul that I upset God with my wrongdoings. Sometimes I feel I should go away from god, so that I will not upset him anymore. I know that I am a sinner and I don’t even mind going to hell, for I know that im unworthy of God. I know that Christ has died for my sins, but sometimes I feel so unworthy of such great sacrifice that I do not desire heaven. All I ever want, is to make God happy and yet I fail. I grieves my soul. Im sorry father for I have failed you. If only suicide was not a sin, I would have long ended my life. It funny though, that to the eyes of the world and my parents, I am a happy child, but only I know the misery of my soul. So great is your love and mercy to me, but all I ever bring to you is shame and grief. Each day I dread living for I fear falling into more and more sins .Even now Father, I wish you would strike me down, at least I would die in your arms than dying in the filth. Save me o lord from this filth of my soul." 5/1/2010: One of our visitors recently shared this poem: "I was in 1st grade when someone pushed play. Seared in my memory twenty years later today. Before I knew what it was, it was in my mind. If I could only go back, I would push rewind. From that day forward it had consumed my life. I started collecting like bludgeoning knives. Soon I had access to the World Wide Web. Hours and hours I was spinning in his web. Escape from reality I was caught in addiction. I knew I should stop but I needed a prescription. I never had a discussion about the birds and bees. What is love? It seems so twisted to me. The videos and images only warped my view. Looking for love I'd do anything for you. A lack of understanding only fueled the pain. People are objects, it was painted so plain. Years go by without a needed intervention. So dark and deep I thought I would mention. This is what I'd call a pornography hell. Tortured with insanity, aint life swell? The next one is it, I'll find what I'm missing. Oh, what a lie. Just keep on wishing. All I ever wanted was a way to stop. Freed from my way, not a stumbling block. I've taken the steps with the hand I was dealt. Your are the source, my strength, my help." - Aggie 8/17/6 “I have a strong faith in
God. It is the only thing that has kept me in this relationship. I believe my
husband is a Christian in that he believes in God and has accepted Jesus as our
savior. However, he does not attend church with us and behaves in many ways that
make it clear that Satan is in control of his life. When we were dating and
first married the internet was just getting off the ground and so that type of
porn was not a problem. During our first few years of marriage we didn't have
internet. I first learned about his addiction to pornography during our first
year of marriage when I went to the corner video store to rent a movie. They
told me that we had $25 in late fees. I said that we had not rented any movies
and they proceeded to tell me exactly what was returned late, several X rated
films. This was my first experience with it being a problem in our relationship.
I talked to him about it and he said that it was not a big deal and that it
wouldn't happen again. That was 12 years ago and since then the internet has
increased his addiction 100 fold. The addiction has led to much deception and
pain. We have two beautiful children and he is a major part of their lives. We
had dreams of things to come. I have asked him to leave and am feeling crushed.
All he said was "fine." Our life together isn't even worth him fighting for. I
feel total devastation in my life. I am praying and praying and I know and feel
God's presence in my life, but I am still in turmoil. I have loved this man,
built a wonderful life with him, he has been everything to me...........I am
CRUSHED!! And I don't even think he really understands why I have asked him to
leave.” 2/7/3 “I'm a 17 year-old set to graduate from high school soon. I'm distressed because I can't enjoy my final year. Although my anxieties about an advanced load of schoolwork cost me a great deal of sleep and sometimes sanity, what concerns me most is an unrelenting addiction to pornography that has progressively worsened over a two-year period. I have become fully isolated, and find only converse with friends at school, not at home. I can leave the addiction for only one or two weeks, and then am compelled to return to numb thoughts and feelings. It has, most recently, become nothing more than a drug addiction: I view these images to get an unnatural, euphoric "high" in order to suppress depressive thoughts and symptoms of withdrawal. I've read so many articles about the price one must pay for an addiction to porn; I see it occurring in me as I write this: my body chemistry and the neural pathways in my brain are being altered, and I'm finding myself more and more dependent on the "fix" from porn, to say nothing of my soul's dilemma concerning its effects. I was a born-again Christian two years ago... now I feed only myself, and run to depravity on Sundays. I'm running out of ideas really quickly on how to resolve this painful addiction; God works, but with my stressful load, I can only remain His for a small time. I have a number of other problems, but I swear if I could rid myself of this addiction, at least two-thirds of my stress would be effectively reduced. In addition, because of many things, I'm anti-social, and therefore find myself depressed when I'm alone for too long. That's why I'm so dependent on porn.” 1/2/3 “I'm 17, and I have been
masturbating for four years. It started when my friend told me of a free
password site for porn. I tried stopping, but the temptation was too great. I
kept telling myself I'll stop tomorrow. I tried gradually going down, and I said
to myself, well maybe reading explicit stories isn't bad. But the fantasies were
still in my head. I had to read more and more extreme stories, until I started
visiting explicit websites again. I thought I was hopeless. What's worse
follows. I then started looking at gay porn. I know deep inside, God has made me
compatible for a woman, and I want a family later on. But the temptation kept
growing and growing. I don't watch porn anymore, but I can't stop masturbating.
Most of the time, I try to justify it, saying there's nothing wrong with it. But
now I know, spiritually and biologically, there IS something wrong.” Home Freedom Stories Statistics on Sex Addiction Copyright ©1999-2011 Paul Cook , All Rights Reserved |
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