I'm still in the early stages of this fight, and there are so many emotions, so many things that need to be said, I'm not entirely sure where to start. I briefly mentioned my story in the welcome forum, but I hope to use this journal as a deeper exploration of some of the fundamental issues I am dealing with, starting with WHY.
Why did I do it?
And by that, I don't necessarily mean use P. That's an issue, certainly that I need to explore, but perhaps not where I want to start today. No, the question is why did I lie to those I care the most about? How could I?
That's the part that scares me the most. It's what had me the most distressed when confronted by my wife last week. I was reduced to a blubbering, angry mess. I said I had told her three years ago I would never look at P again, and I did it anyway, that I betrayed her trust. That hurt me more than anything.
I don't know if it's because she was pregnant and then had twins, causing our love life to go to basically nil, that's what drove me to a release. Or if it was something else. Like I said, I will think about that more as time goes on, within the context that there are no excuses.
For now, as a journal, I'd just like to set the timeline:
Mid to late 80s: Started M, using dad's mags and even imagining some of the girls at school and other rather tame material.
90s: Got my own mag stash going, and even ordered some videos and other material through the mail. (I could never actually go to a specialty store. That was the line I could not cross. But the anonomousness of mail order was just the thing for a single guy who needed a release now and then.)
c. 1998/2000: Discovered the internet. I'm sure it's a familiar story. This was trouble almost from the get-go.
Early 2000s: Finally got a decent job, got a girlfriend who I eventually married. Things are looking up. I shouldn't need this stuff. So why do I keep it around?
July 2007: Got "caught" for the first time. World appears to be crumbling. Somehow manage to get through. Got rid of a lot of material, but not all. Still clinging for some inexplicable reason. I did cut things off for a while, but ultimately failed in my promise.
June 9, 2010: Strike two. I figure this is the end of the road for me. I leave the house to try to find, what? I don't know. Church doors are locked. I find my way home. We talk. I am under no dislusions there will be a strike three.
June 10: I think I got all of the stash boxed up. A trip to the Dumpster takes care of that. Mental note to search for more. I could have stuff squirrelled away I forgot about! Also on this day I begin searching for addiction help. I discover TTF and apply for membership.
June 11: Access to TTF denied. I think I discover why. But a setback (fortunately temporary). Somehow I make it through the day. Another talk with the wife. I tell here we need to spend more time together, we have been to neglectful of our relationship of late with work, kids, etc. She agrees.
June 12-13: Keeping busy on the weekend is best. We do find time to take the kids to the zoo. A good family outing does wonders. I avoid the computer the bulk of the weekend. This is good.
Today, June 14: Acceptance to TTF and I begin this journal. Positive steps.
From here, there is lots to do. One thing right away will be to think about triggers and how to avoid them. But there is plenty more to it, I fear. I thank you all for your continued support.
Best wishes.
































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