Masochism
Mike Church
Registrant
POSSIBLY TRIGGERING
Definition:
The deriving of sexual gratification, or the tendency to derive sexual gratification, from being physically or emotionally abused.
The deriving of pleasure, or the tendency to derive pleasure, from being humiliated or mistreated, either by another or by oneself.
I went to the Clarke Institute today and spent 2 hours with a staff Psychiatrist. I wanted to talk about chemical castration. He explained to me that that would be a last resort.
We spoke about my life and he asked very probing questions and I found myself opening more and more.
The long and the short of it is I am addicted to pain, violence and humiliation and degredation. Every time I daydream it is about someone or a group doing totally obscene and violent things to me. That is also what my nightmares are all about.
I have been addicted to heroin, alcohol and cigarettes. What is one more? Not much I guess.
I am going to spend another four hours on August 19 finding out what particular forms of violence, pain etc that I crave the most. Then he said that we will work on a plan to do correct this.
I found out that I am depressed all the time or at least every day. I am sad all the time.
At the same time I crave the violence etc I go ballistic over any form of control or authority. I will fight anyone who I perceive to be doing this to me. I have been that way all my life. What a paradox. But the violence has always been a willingness on my part to put myself seriously in harms way. The things that I have had done to me willingly would turn most peoples hair white. For me it was the thrill and the rush of winding up potentially dead meat that was such a turn on. Oh the Risk was so sweet. Not proud of it but there it is. The closer I perceived myself to being snuffed the better it was. And to have an audience while it was happening was like a heroin kick. To see the faces of the watchers hungering for the ultimate high!!!
I really think that eventually being murdered by a complete sadist is the ultimate high. Not that I am going there but he helped me see that.
Along with the pain and violence was the degredation and humiliation. God I felt wanted. What a screwed up thought process that is.
When it was all added together that is how I got off. And I got off mainly in my mind and not physically. An orgasm on my part screwed up the whole thing. He showed me that it was necessary for me to experience no kind of rush like that for it to be satisfying for me. I did not deserve the satisfaction of that. I have been that way all my life. Orgasms to me mean that I have failed and was a totally selfish thing on my part.
For the first time in my life I now realize how low I was forced to sink and that I dont even know how to pull myself out of the pit. I dont even know if I should. And I mean that. What if there is nothing else. I am terrified of the future right now but I have to continue down this path to see where it all plays out. I do know that if I ever re-enacted my abuse and the violence I so crave that there would be nothing left to live for because I could not stand myself anymore.
I see my other Psychiatrist next week and in the meantime I will ponder my future and what it means to me.
I still cannot cry.
All I want is to grow old with my wife and see my daughter happily married, play with my grandchildren yet to come and finally to see my little brother Alan happily married to Marc.
Is that too much to ask for.
Definition:
The deriving of sexual gratification, or the tendency to derive sexual gratification, from being physically or emotionally abused.
The deriving of pleasure, or the tendency to derive pleasure, from being humiliated or mistreated, either by another or by oneself.
I went to the Clarke Institute today and spent 2 hours with a staff Psychiatrist. I wanted to talk about chemical castration. He explained to me that that would be a last resort.
We spoke about my life and he asked very probing questions and I found myself opening more and more.
The long and the short of it is I am addicted to pain, violence and humiliation and degredation. Every time I daydream it is about someone or a group doing totally obscene and violent things to me. That is also what my nightmares are all about.
I have been addicted to heroin, alcohol and cigarettes. What is one more? Not much I guess.
I am going to spend another four hours on August 19 finding out what particular forms of violence, pain etc that I crave the most. Then he said that we will work on a plan to do correct this.
I found out that I am depressed all the time or at least every day. I am sad all the time.
At the same time I crave the violence etc I go ballistic over any form of control or authority. I will fight anyone who I perceive to be doing this to me. I have been that way all my life. What a paradox. But the violence has always been a willingness on my part to put myself seriously in harms way. The things that I have had done to me willingly would turn most peoples hair white. For me it was the thrill and the rush of winding up potentially dead meat that was such a turn on. Oh the Risk was so sweet. Not proud of it but there it is. The closer I perceived myself to being snuffed the better it was. And to have an audience while it was happening was like a heroin kick. To see the faces of the watchers hungering for the ultimate high!!!
I really think that eventually being murdered by a complete sadist is the ultimate high. Not that I am going there but he helped me see that.
Along with the pain and violence was the degredation and humiliation. God I felt wanted. What a screwed up thought process that is.
When it was all added together that is how I got off. And I got off mainly in my mind and not physically. An orgasm on my part screwed up the whole thing. He showed me that it was necessary for me to experience no kind of rush like that for it to be satisfying for me. I did not deserve the satisfaction of that. I have been that way all my life. Orgasms to me mean that I have failed and was a totally selfish thing on my part.
For the first time in my life I now realize how low I was forced to sink and that I dont even know how to pull myself out of the pit. I dont even know if I should. And I mean that. What if there is nothing else. I am terrified of the future right now but I have to continue down this path to see where it all plays out. I do know that if I ever re-enacted my abuse and the violence I so crave that there would be nothing left to live for because I could not stand myself anymore.
I see my other Psychiatrist next week and in the meantime I will ponder my future and what it means to me.
I still cannot cry.
All I want is to grow old with my wife and see my daughter happily married, play with my grandchildren yet to come and finally to see my little brother Alan happily married to Marc.
Is that too much to ask for.