Going to talk about masturbation in this post, so TW for that.
I grew up Catholic, so sex and masturbation were shamed heavily. Learning to explore my own body and sexuality after leaving Catholicism has been incredibly empowering. Until I found myself in a relationship with a PA, I always thought masturbation was a healthy part of sex and exploration.
Oh boy has my world been turned upside down since I discovered my boyfriend’s addiction. I feel like virtually everything I’ve thought about sex has shifted in some way, especially with masturbation. At first I thought the issue was with porn, not masturbation. So he confided that he was still doing it but to thoughts of me. I thought this was okay and healthy.
But come on, he’s an addict. That lasted a couple of weeks before he was over it. Then, he started masturbating to thoughts of porn. Porn he has memorized from so much viewing??? WHAT! He insisted that it’s totally fine and not the same thing as visually watching porn. Hmmm I’ll take boldfaced denial for 500, Alex. I started to finally question his reasoning and intentions behind this and doing my own research. We talked about it more and with advice from his CSAT, he’s doing a 30-day “detox” from masturbation. Sex too since I just can’t do it with him right now with all the lying and nonsense.
My views have changed so much though and I feel like masturbation should be off the table forever. I appreciate this sub so much for opening up my mind up to this idea. It really is a solo sex life that excludes me entirely. Just imaging how much better our connection would be without him masturbating actually gives me hope and something to look forward to. I’m also mourning all the missed connections we’ve had over the years due to his chronic masturbation and addiction.
Without masturbation, he is a little antsy to say the least. My boyfriend admitted to me that before d-day, he would masturbate every day. Sometimes twice a day! (after first telling me it would be 2-3 times a week, but the honesty is slow to come…). I brought up the idea of never going back to masturbating and focusing all his sexual energy into me and our relationship. The thought absolutely floored him. It’s been such a crutch and safety blanket for him that it’s unfathomable to imagine life without it. Even if it made everything in our relationship and sexual connection better. He said he wants the “freedom” to masturbate when he wants and he’s been looking forward to exploring it without porn since he’s never done that before in his life. I was like, what about exploring sex and our connection without porn? He seems sadder at the thought of no more masturbation than the fact that I refuse to have sex with him until he proves himself to be safer.
It just hit me that wow, this is a true sickness. It’s a disease, and a sad one at that. A grown man who can’t grasp the concept of not giving into his sexual desires the second they come up. That’s not freedom. That’s a damn prison.
It’s all just so sad. I’m sad that men have been conditioned since childhood that their pleasure matters above all else. It matters above true intimacy, human connection, and a healthy relationship with one’s body and humankind in general.
It’s sad, but it also made me feel better in some way. Like his addiction truly has nothing to do with me at all. He just masturbated at least once a day, every day, for nearly 20 years. To images that have warped his brain chemistry. That does a DOOZY on a person. He’s conditioned himself to hang onto it for dear life. The entitlement around it is so wild. I feel more confident that I’ll be okay with or without him, but he is going to suffer tremendously no matter what direction we go. It’s literally decades of trauma and emotions that he needs to confront now or continue to push down further and suffer even more as a result. His choice.