Hello, I'm back!
I left in a melodramatic huff last week and I'm sorry -- I'm not like that at all!
So I'm back... I posted my story in the story section and I hope to post here more, but probably will lurk more than post till I figure out where I fit in. I just hate being self-absorbed, and woe-is-me, because when I see some of your stories that are truly awful and the fragile state some people are in, I think maybe I don't have it so bad.
But my problems have been:
-- I'm 35 and have never had sex apart from my childhood situation. I just can't get it up, too many anxieties, and of course it just gets self-perpetuating. So I even fear to date because when it gets to the sex part I back out and of course the relationship doesn't last. (Viagra isn't an easy solution -- if girlfriends found out, they'd run away thinking I must have serious issues if I can't get it up on my own).
-- I had convinced myself in my teens my childhood experience was "just playing around" despite that it was highly age-inappropriate behavior, because I didn't want to see myself as a "victim."
-- By my mid-20s' I was having the impotence problems and saw a sex therapist, spent a lot of time (and $$) basically BSing to him at how great my childhood was, said nothing about the sex experiences, and just concentrated on my present day relationships with women. Then a few months into it he said "you've mentioned that one friend 'Robert' a lot" (I didn't think I did more than maybe a couple times?!) and I said "hmmmm, I don't think so, I hardly knew him" and the therapist just looked at me knowingly, waiting for me to continue. Just sat there as I got more nervous. Then he said "What happened?" softly... I have no idea how he zeroed in on that. It was like BINGO and I just burst out in tears, first time in years. So apparently it WAS a factor in my life despite trying to convince myself it wasn't.
-- We dealt with my experience in a good way, which included objectively looking at it and systematically writing down all the details, thoughts and feelings in a journal just for myself (that was what I posted in the story section, pretty much cut and paste). I was still holding back (and did not post here either) a very disturbing/embarassing one-time incident with this friend Robert and his older cousin, but I figured it was part of the same time frame so there was no need to elaborate.
-- The impotence thing he told me was self-perpetuating because the first time (in college) I was with a girl sexually, we got off our clothes and I wasn't hard due to my not-so-long-ago childhood experiences (he thought), and even though the girl was nice about it, I avoided further situations where that might happen again and turned to porn. Then over time the perfectness of the porn compared to the imperfections of real human beings made it worse, so we were actually starting a "treatment" course where I'd shift from artificially perfect porn to the "amateur" porn with girls with slight potbellies, etc more like real women I'd meet. It was kind of starting to work when I had to move due to my job.
-- I pronounced myself "cured" anyway, but the anxieties lingered and I turned to food and ballooned up. Then I got ahold of myself and became an excercise-a-holic and trimmed down and felt great, but then felt "now what" and became a workaholic for a few years (90-100 hours a week). Then I switched jobs where that was discouraged and became an alchoholic (geez, you can't win!). I've been working on that, from 6-8 drinks a day now down to just 2-3 and every few days I skip... AA really turned me off with the god stuff, but I may look around for alternatives.
Anyway, here I am, I recently turned 35 and realized I still had problems, everything wasn't fine like I was trying to convince myself. And after knowing for so long I was "straight" I found myself sexually responding a little more to the guys in the porn, so I'm back to being confused. I'll probably start therapy again soon.
Sorry for this woe-is-me, I know maybe my situation is mild compared to others, but I just thought I'd kind of introduce myself, so here I am... whatever that's worth!
So I'm back... I posted my story in the story section and I hope to post here more, but probably will lurk more than post till I figure out where I fit in. I just hate being self-absorbed, and woe-is-me, because when I see some of your stories that are truly awful and the fragile state some people are in, I think maybe I don't have it so bad.
But my problems have been:
-- I'm 35 and have never had sex apart from my childhood situation. I just can't get it up, too many anxieties, and of course it just gets self-perpetuating. So I even fear to date because when it gets to the sex part I back out and of course the relationship doesn't last. (Viagra isn't an easy solution -- if girlfriends found out, they'd run away thinking I must have serious issues if I can't get it up on my own).
-- I had convinced myself in my teens my childhood experience was "just playing around" despite that it was highly age-inappropriate behavior, because I didn't want to see myself as a "victim."
-- By my mid-20s' I was having the impotence problems and saw a sex therapist, spent a lot of time (and $$) basically BSing to him at how great my childhood was, said nothing about the sex experiences, and just concentrated on my present day relationships with women. Then a few months into it he said "you've mentioned that one friend 'Robert' a lot" (I didn't think I did more than maybe a couple times?!) and I said "hmmmm, I don't think so, I hardly knew him" and the therapist just looked at me knowingly, waiting for me to continue. Just sat there as I got more nervous. Then he said "What happened?" softly... I have no idea how he zeroed in on that. It was like BINGO and I just burst out in tears, first time in years. So apparently it WAS a factor in my life despite trying to convince myself it wasn't.
-- We dealt with my experience in a good way, which included objectively looking at it and systematically writing down all the details, thoughts and feelings in a journal just for myself (that was what I posted in the story section, pretty much cut and paste). I was still holding back (and did not post here either) a very disturbing/embarassing one-time incident with this friend Robert and his older cousin, but I figured it was part of the same time frame so there was no need to elaborate.
-- The impotence thing he told me was self-perpetuating because the first time (in college) I was with a girl sexually, we got off our clothes and I wasn't hard due to my not-so-long-ago childhood experiences (he thought), and even though the girl was nice about it, I avoided further situations where that might happen again and turned to porn. Then over time the perfectness of the porn compared to the imperfections of real human beings made it worse, so we were actually starting a "treatment" course where I'd shift from artificially perfect porn to the "amateur" porn with girls with slight potbellies, etc more like real women I'd meet. It was kind of starting to work when I had to move due to my job.
-- I pronounced myself "cured" anyway, but the anxieties lingered and I turned to food and ballooned up. Then I got ahold of myself and became an excercise-a-holic and trimmed down and felt great, but then felt "now what" and became a workaholic for a few years (90-100 hours a week). Then I switched jobs where that was discouraged and became an alchoholic (geez, you can't win!). I've been working on that, from 6-8 drinks a day now down to just 2-3 and every few days I skip... AA really turned me off with the god stuff, but I may look around for alternatives.
Anyway, here I am, I recently turned 35 and realized I still had problems, everything wasn't fine like I was trying to convince myself. And after knowing for so long I was "straight" I found myself sexually responding a little more to the guys in the porn, so I'm back to being confused. I'll probably start therapy again soon.
Sorry for this woe-is-me, I know maybe my situation is mild compared to others, but I just thought I'd kind of introduce myself, so here I am... whatever that's worth!