So every months, I find a need to write and come here to vent… and it’s just about that time again.
Let me set the scene.
It’s been 7 weeks since my last slip up. Yesterday, I had a first date with someone, about whom I had heard really good things about and was really hopeful that this might be the one (*eye roll*). The turned out to be a total disaster. (Well I made sure the date went well and that she had a good time - she really wanted to go out again, but it was super obvious she had some major personal and family issues), so I ended it immediately.
Today, I was reliving the horrors of the day before, and also had a long conversation about other dates that didn’t work out.
Needless to say, not the most motivating day.
So after a long day, night seder, mincha/maariv, etc, I come home, in a funk, and check the news to see what crazy thing is going on today. Recently the news has been super “adult”. And today was no different. The pictures, the gossip, and the other bs that comes along with it. Two clicks later, and you already know what’s going to happen. There is no point trying to fight it – best to just get it over with, have yourself a pity party, go to sleep and try to not have a disaster of a day tomorrow.
A few weeks ago, I was reading an article by a Rabbi from somewhere random and he was talking about teenagers/young adults who are constantly surrounded by adult material and have no healthy outlet for their drives. That really got me thinking. I have been trying to avoid coming to GYE because every time, the same few people would keep telling me that I have a sex addiction and that I should seek serious help and that marriage won’t solve any of my issues and that I’m screwed – well you get the idea.
Before I go further – I recognize that Sex Addiction is a serious thing and many people here are struggling with it – I am not here to minimize them or the hell they have to go through every day just to make it to tomorrow. I am talking about my experience and mindset alone.
So I was thinking – the Rabbi’s point was that a sexual drive is healthy. It’s not something we want to smoosh out of people. It’s something that one has to constantly work on harnessing and using in the proper way. Sexual immorality has been around since the dawn of time. Literally. The oldest profession is, after all, prostitution. And it has always been a struggle. Look through the Torah – it’s a theme we see over and over again.
But all of the sudden – in the year 2018 – it’s an epidemic. We are all “sex addicts” apparently. We all need major therapy and need to be locked in cages. (excuse the hyperbole)
I have come to realize that this is not true.
DISCLAIMER: AS I SAID ABOVE – THIS IS MY UNIQUE THOUGHT PROCESS ABOUT ME AND THE STUFF I HAVE TO DEAL WITH INSIDE MY HEAD ON A DAY TO DAY BASIS. THIS IS NOT NECESSARILY APPLY TO EVERYONE HERE. EVERYONE HERE HAS THEIR OWN CROSSES TO BEAR AND THEIR OWN UNDERSTANDING OF THEIR OWN SITUATIONS.
I know certain truths about myself.
I am selfless to an unhealthy level. This is not a good thing. It sucks. I am someone who only knows how to give and not how to take. A healthy person has a balance of both. Me – not so much.
I have always had a third person view of myself and everyone around – the way my mind works is that it is always as if I am watching and analyzing myself as well as others. As such, I have become really good at understanding people, their mindsets, their weaknesses and strengths. Again – this is not a good thing. I can never live in the moment. I am never present in the moment – I am always observing a shell that is “me” trying to stay afloat with in the moment.
I am way too smart for my own good. Everyone knows the expression “ignorance is bliss”. My life is the opposite of that.
How this all plays in to it:
So being the smart guy who was always too mature and serious to have fun, relax and grow, along with not being able to just have fun for ‘me’, I sunk into a deep and constant dark state of loneness with was accompanied by anxiety and depression.
We all know the jewish concept of “ezer kinegdo” – that every person is one half of a whole. And finding that other half is the journey. Without that other half – we each have a void.
So great – I’m 13 and I’m already longing for my other half. Someone to complete me. Someone I could love and give to. Someone who might be able to provide something that I would be receptive of receiving. And that was obviously not an option then. Throw in some Rabbeim who had no interest in dealing with me, parents who were emotionally and supportively absent (not financially – we were good in that regard, I mean supportive on a personal level) – and the void grew more and more every day. A bad friend introduced me to some adult material and there it was – something to numb the void for a little while.
Since then – there has been ups and down. It’s usually a cycle – 2 to 4 months, I am able to steer clear of the portion of my brain that want to fantasize and pump some dopamine into my blood stream. Then the need for closeness, love and completion hits. And then I do some stuff I’m not too proud of. And then the cycle repeats.
The hardest part of the cycle is accepting that slip and getting back up. Every time there is the same hope that this will be the last one. That maybe tomorrow or the next day I might meet the one who will balance me out.
Queue the “marriage won’t solve your sex addiction problems” people with all their wisdom and knowledge.
I don’t care about sex. That’s not what I look to get out of marriage. You’re right – if a person is marrying just to get themselves a muttar sex toy – they are going to run in to problems fast.
I am looking for something much different in a spouse. I am looking to give my time, attention and devotion to someone and getting love and closeness in return.
Yes, yes – marriage isn’t a cake walk, there are ups and downs. There are fights. There is adjustment. That’s all part of process of that love and closeness.
Point is – I think it’s important for me to understand that tonight probably won’t be the last time I feel like crap and slip up unless, by the grace of God, some miracle happens and I finally meet that person. And understanding that if that doesn’t happen and I end of here in another 7 weeks, it’s OK. We aren’t made perfect. We are made to mess up and then learn and grow from our mistakes.
Tomorrow – I shouldn’t wake up and feel like crap. I should wake up knowing that I have a fresh start. A new day. A new chance to turn the page. A new chance to grow. A new chance to learn. A new hope that maybe this is it, maybe this time, it’s the last time.