Dear helplessjewboy,
You call that tough? Ok, maybe it was a bit...
Be"H, I will run through some thoughts and then get to practical stuff at the end. Please bear with me.
One of the most descructive things about my disease is that it feeds me a double life. No unity with those around me, no unity with my G-d and no unity with myself. Emess cannot even grow, and recovery that way is completely impossible. We end up chasing our tails by maintaining the hiding - and usually at all costs!
In fact, the 'emunah problems' that many of the addicts (particularly the Jewish frum ones) describe they have, I believe to actually be self-emunah problems. Hashem simply gets blamed automatically when we lose all faith in ourselves.
All that gets healed with recovery, and more.
Kiddushashem is a real kiddush Hashem, and it is nice to read his post, too. I guess I sound pretty unsympathetic. Nu. I can't help you by agreeing, nor by lying. So I will share what I have, and hope you take what you want. Nothing I say to you comes from my seichel - it is all my actual personal experience.
You talk of sharing it with your wife. But you are not married yet, are you? How can you possibly know now what you will be able to actually do in a new situation - or what you will even want to do - when the time actually comes? I, for one, have given up assuming that I know how I will behave under new circumstances.
Then again, I am in my 40's (and am a severe pervert [in recovery with Hashem]) both giving me the opportunity of suffering through much more failure than you have, I bet...so what do you expect from a curmudgeon like me?
As far as the 'suffering' our parents or other loved ones would have if we told them the truth about us, I need to say that I wonder how much of our desire to keep it secret is actually simply because we are incredibly ashamed of telling them. Trust me - that's painful. I know, for I have been there a number of times so far.
And fear bogeyman comes in here, too. I always imagined that admitting the nature of my problmem to someone was exactly the same as bringing them into the room with me and having them witness me searching throigh the porn for hours, and actually seeing me masturbating myself.
That would be awful and horrifying for all parties, indeed! But telling them is simply not the same as that.
Thankfully the truth is much nicer than all that. Our fears are usually just another lie that we very sincerely believe. I believe that in my own case, self-preservation creates the fear, and it is another way I get totally self-absorbed. It is not really from caring and loving. And I am innocent (and so are you - if that's your deal, as well) because it comes from simple instinctual survival instincts gone arwy. And it makes our shame build so high that we cannot even imagine telling anyone who loves us. We'd actually feel naked before them.
But it's really never the way we imagine it, at all.
People really do generally understand. And people are generally much more sympathetic than we imagine they will be, and usually far less condemning and loathing of us than we are about ourselves. Living our lives at the mercy of that lie is thus a tragedy.
But most of all, it is a trick of the disease. The deepest realest reason I hid the truth about myself from others was simply in order to protect my ability to keep acting out!
Every person I have ever met who has worked the 9th step (at the right time) and made amends to those they have hurt says the same thing: "I can't believe I held it in for that long. Why did I do it? It turned out to be no big deal! " I imagine the same would hold for 'coming out' to those we love.
Practically speaking, SA's White Book gives great advice NOT to tell those close to us too soon to those people with whom sacred bonds and trust have been violated by our behavior. It recommends both a period of sobriety and consultation with friends in recovery (or a sponsor) before revealing our past to them. It reminds us that when we get that overwhelming desire to just 'tell all' to those we love, we need to remember that it can be cruel - "dumping our guilt or just a big show of willpower".
But that is talking about people who are plotzing to tell. They want to get the burden off them and are just dying to sacrifice those near them, naively thinking "they'll understand - cuz I am so sincere."
This may sound completely at odds with what I wrote above.
But it's not.
Every case is different - and if parents can be of help, that is a lot different than a spouse. What sacred bonds and trust has been violated with a parent? If they are healthy parents, they want nothing more than to help - as you would, no? A spouse who has been fooled and tricked for years and years, is a completely different matter.
It is a great tragedy hiding and lying to a spouse. The aftermath and pain are terrible, and the 'coming out' about our adiction to them is a very difficult - albeit usually indispensible - step into our recovery.
But I think parents - and certainly recovery buddies (as in a meeting), is completely different.
Wishing and davening for your hatzlocha always,
Dov