I'm not sure how to do this, how to start, so, I guess from the beginning would be best. I started using P when I was young, thirteen at the youngest, maybe fourteen or fifteen even. I was an awkward young man, I thought what I was doing was normal. More importantly I never for a second thought that it could hurt anyone, myself or people I would meet later on in life. It was magazines back then. I snuck out, once or twice a year to an all-night corner store, kept them hidden. At first I was ashamed, but I consoled myself with those thoughts again:
It's normal, right? Everyone does it, don't they?
Unfortunately, as I matured I fell in with crowds that validated the excuses I pacified myself with. I never used P in a group, but the friends I had were all very open about their use, thus making me feel normal. My medium expanded to a few DVDs I'd managed to acquire.
Then, I got my own computer.
My usage exploded. Tripling, then quadrupling in weeks. Now living on my own, I'd stay up all night. It was horrible. I had no idea what I was doing to myself or others. No idea what the reality behind the images I saw was. No idea how badly these other human beings on my screen were being treated, and that I as a viewer was contributing to it by creating demand for more, ever more. I became a shameless talker, nothing said without innuendo, it was all I could do just to try to get the chance to recreate some of what I saw. My relationships were short lived. I never blamed myself. I was a nice guy, right? And besides, I always had my computer for the rebound. I got worse and worse as the years went on.
Two years ago I met my SO, the best person I'd ever met. She's the love of my life, my best friend and the person who changed everything. As we became closer, she expressed distaste with my terrible innuendos and attitude towards women. I, at first, had no idea what she was referring to and steadfastly refused to change. Why should I? I thought. This'll all end sooner or later, she'll just leave me for some reason and life'll go on. But she stuck with me. For this, I thank her. And my secret usage continued.
Until one day, while I was at work, she noticed my computer was running slowly. Being that she has technical experience, as a favor she did a massive cleanup. Which is when she found everything. I'd never made any attempt to hide my tracks. I was not computer savvy. She was crushed. She wanted to leave. I begged her to stay. I said I'd never look again. She agreed, against her better judgement. But she stuck with me. For this I thank her. And I thought I'd never use again.
But, I slipped one night, and she found out. I was angry at her. I said she violated my right to privacy, which of course meant I had something to hide and she found it. She was crushed again, but began to educate me. Being an ardent feminist she showed me not only why P is terrible for the user, but for those involved in its' production, for those that have to live with a user, for society as a whole. My eyes were opened. I could never look again. My change had begun. I begged her to stay with me, to help me get well. She agreed again, against her better judgment again. For this I thank her. Our lives took a step towards normalcy.
In the weeks and months after I'd quit, I began to develop withdrawal symptoms. I'd be moody, easily agitated, prone to fits of anger and depression. Worst of all, I developed a wandering eye which I've managed to temper but not completely disable. It's been hard, much harder on her than it should have been on anyone. But she stayed. She helps me, even when the memories hurt her, even when she feels inadequate because of my old habits, even though our intimate life is in recovery because of what I've done to myself, even though I steal a glance in public occasionally without even knowing it. She stays. And for this, I thank her. I would not have been able to come this far without her, and I shudder to think of the person I was and might've become.
It's been just over one year since I've used. Life is on the whole much, much better and gets better every day. I joined this site to start taking some of the burden off her, to take the reins for the rest of my recovery. I have not been tempted to relapse, I just want to try to re-wire my brain back the way it was before the addiction. And I want to help anyone who wants to quit as well. If we can destroy the demand, maybe the P will just go away.
Then we can all finally be happy.
































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