Couldn't find a semi recent thread on this, in a forum filled with freaks and junkies, how is there not?
At 26 years old I've realized my sex and love addiction may be worse than my 8 year opiate addiction, and may have even caused it in the first place.
I meet a girl, expect way too much from her, constantly needing cuddles, sex, affection. Expect her to be my therapist, my best friend, my family, my sexual partner all at once. Then of course, nobody is perfect, my forgiving and caring attitude eventually turns into submission after I am mistreated, because in my mind being rejected and alone is as bad as heroin withdrawals... So I forgive things that should not be forgiven, begging to be further mistreated. The literal thousands of nights I've sat alone in my room at night desperate for someone to talk to or hug, no one person could possibly make up for that pain, but somehow I expect them to love me hard enough to make up for all the past abuse and neglect.
Not to mention I have always had a dangerously high sex drive. I am not promiscuous, I think (wish) sex is special. But I am ready to rock damn near 24/7, it is so tiring to resist. I am an incredibly generous and selfless partner, I like making other people feel good more than myself, but still, pestering my girl every night makes us both feel bad. It doesn't help that pretty much the only positive feedback or compliments I get are related to my sexual side or my physique, rarely about me as a person.
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At 26 years old I've realized my sex and love addiction may be worse than my 8 year opiate addiction, and may have even caused it in the first place.
I meet a girl, expect way too much from her, constantly needing cuddles, sex, affection. Expect her to be my therapist, my best friend, my family, my sexual partner all at once. Then of course, nobody is perfect, my forgiving and caring attitude eventually turns into submission after I am mistreated, because in my mind being rejected and alone is as bad as heroin withdrawals... So I forgive things that should not be forgiven, begging to be further mistreated. The literal thousands of nights I've sat alone in my room at night desperate for someone to talk to or hug, no one person could possibly make up for that pain, but somehow I expect them to love me hard enough to make up for all the past abuse and neglect.
Not to mention I have always had a dangerously high sex drive. I am not promiscuous, I think (wish) sex is special. But I am ready to rock damn near 24/7, it is so tiring to resist. I am an incredibly generous and selfless partner, I like making other people feel good more than myself, but still, pestering my girl every night makes us both feel bad. It doesn't help that pretty much the only positive feedback or compliments I get are related to my sexual side or my physique, rarely about me as a person.
Discuss
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