Hi everyone!
I just joined, hope I'm posting this properly, in the right place, etc.
I'm in my fifties (am I the oldest person here?) but STILL struggle with it.
Boy, do I ever wish you were around when I was 12.
Shmiras Habris is something that is never talked about openly. At least I have never heard about it, unless I include the off-color jokes you hear some people make with a smirk. But seriously, nobody ever told me about the issur. I had to find out on my own, and by then years had passed. It was a major shock to me. I did make sure I told all my sons about it at the relevant time, but I wish I could offer them something more practical as to how to actually control their urges. It's a difficult area for many fathers to talk about, and for sons to listen to their parents about. Maybe you at GYU can be makdim refuah lemakah and offer some means how to educate our children before things get serious?
Anyhow, I think this site and all the tools it offers is a great idea! Brilliant! Even though I just saw a notice about it in shul on Thursday night, the little time I have had to browse the site and read material has already had a positive impact in practical terms, without any of the filters, 12 steps or sponsor (doesn't mean I won't take them up, just haven't had the time yet).
So, my struggle: Puberty hit me at a young age, when I was sick with physical and emotional disorders. Dysfunctional family, horrendous sibling bullying (including sexual), hopeless teachers and rebbeim, followed by an even more hopeless mesivta and yeshiva gedola. Grim picture. Acted out throughout that period, starting at around 12-13, in an effort to relieve tension as much as because of lust. Married at 22, I tried to get clean beforehand, but that lasted about as long as from Taanis Esther to Purim.
Marriage was a disaster. Still is, but I'm still married to the same person. How come? I guess it's Ratzon Hashem, she's my basherte and vice versa. Our married life settled into a tumultuous routine, me acting out behind her back, while we were fighting tooth and nail all the time. Things reached a low point about a decade after our marriage when I refused to talk to her for several months. Unbeknown to me, her mother took her to see a mekubal (we were living in the Holy Land at the time). This Yid gave her some segulos, which worked like a charm (well, he DID give her a charm, I mean a kameyah).
Fast forward 3 months, when the bombshell dropped: my wife found out what was going on behind her back. After recriminations etc., she told me about the visit to the mekubal, who had told her to come back to him with me in 3 months! We duly went to him, he gave me a brocha and - you won't believe this, but it's true - I became clean overnight. I mean, sure, I had thoughts, I had taavos, etc etc, but as far as shmiras habris is concerned I was pure as the driven snow. What a mechayeh it was. It was like a dream come true. I didn't know how good I had it. I even went to see my Rebbe a year later and he told me he sees I need to make a big Tikkun. He instructed me how to do it and to return after I had done it, whereupon he declared it had worked. He had never told me anything about it previously, for obvious reasons.
Then the internet came into my life. I was able to view "unsuitable material" (I hate this euphemism, I'd rather just call a spade a spade) anytime, free of charge, and I didn't need to hide it. Interestingly, for years I did this, without any change to my shmiras habris status.
I stayed clean for a dozen years. Then I slipped, but just once. Months later I slipped again. Then I was clean again for a year or two. Then slipped again, etc. Until it all unravelled about a year ago. I don't know why, I can't exactly explain why I was clean until then, and why I couldn't resist any more. Like the typical addict, I persuaded myself I could stop any time. But of course, I didn't, and I couldn't and - I am now prepared to admit - I can't. I guess I may have hit rock bottom.
I kept telling myself my situation is due to a change I made in my minhag: I started drinking chalav stam, because I'm a coffee addict and I love to be able to have a cofffee at any Starbucks etc. Next I was having a chocolate or candy bar made of chalav stam with that coffee. It's known that chalav akum is metamtem as halev, so I put it down to that. But by then I'm addicted to coffee as well!
A friend told me about a segulah that helps with everything, especially "inyanei kedusha" (the Kav Hayashar's ring) and I pounced on it. So what did I do? I put the ring in the closet whenever I wanted to act out! (felt less guilty, I guess).
So, where am I now? About to take some steps - with Hashem's help and yours - to rid myself of this thing.
I know I'm just a newbie, but I still want to raise a point: you keep mentioning 90 days as a magic number. When I quit smoking last year, with a psychologist who specializes in it, he advised me not to count the number of days, weeks, etc since my last cigarette. He believes it just reinforces the smoking behavior and reinforces the fact that basically I am a smoker who happens not to have smoked for X number of days. Far better, he advised, to tell myself I am a non-smoker, and to take it one day at a time and resolve that "today I will not smoke". This approach worked very well for me, and B"H I managed to quit, after many failed attempts previously. Smoking is an addiction, just like the one this site deals with, so why is it different?
Before I finish, there is a brilliant book chapter I think everyone should read. It's by Dr Norman Doidge, a leading international expert on "neuroplasticity", i.e. the way the brain changes. Basically, he has done research which demonstrates that repeated exposure to "unsuitable material" actually changes the functioning of the brain! The chapter can be found on the internet, just Google it.
I welcome your responses and comments. No, that's not quite right. I am ASKING for your responses, comments, questions, criticism, anything. I am feeling a little isolated now and would love some company, even if it's only virtual.
Kol Tuv!
Imainaili Mili?
Ukesheani Leatzmi, Mah Ani?