Wow, guys, so many great thoughts. Thanks a million. (I feel so humbled by your taking the time.) I hope others like them as much as I did. I broke out just a few (apologies for not responding to all) for some quick thoughts.
Jooboy wrote on 03 Nov 2010 21:22:
I find that calling my sponsor or another person in the program and spelling out the details does wonders [...] When others know about our fantasies they loose quite a bit of their allure.
That's true for me, in two ways. First, the fantasy starts sounding sorta childish once it's given words. And second, it helps me remember that playing out the fantasy might bring me to a humiliating and even dangerous space rather than simply into the fantasy. (See the book excerpt found on the GYE home page, First Day of the Rest of My Life. It says to focus on the gross places this has brought you, not to the few minutes of pleasure -- indeed the ratio might not be so pretty.) Let me try that.
ZemirosShabbos wrote on 03 Nov 2010 21:26:
if you would spill the beans to another person you would feel all 'bechizzuked' again.
I'm not feeling like a 12-step kinda guy (unlike so many in the Forum who seem to find SA meetings the best thing since sliced bread; different strokes for different folks?). So, I lack a sponsor etc to call. And I've assumed the details of the 'beans' could be triggering to most guys around here. So I've been feeling sorta isolated and alone, having no one to bounce this off of. Are there really guys who could handle this role with me? Speak up, folks, that might REALLY help my ability to process this s**tuff.
1daat wrote on 04 Nov 2010 04:50:
For some crazy reason what came up [...] was remembering how it feels to pick at a scab.
Yeah, I know if I leave it alone it'll heal faster and with less risk of infection. The less I feed it, the less hungry it will be. But childishness suggests that the fixing the short-term itch is simply to scratch it. That's really my whole challenge this week.
And also, in a brutal honesty I don't even want to take, I've realized that part of these fantasies might somehow be related to some issues of family origin (mom and dad) and other stuff I've largely ignored for years. (After each round of exploration, I assume I'm done and at peace with it.) If the fix involves taking these issues to the shrink's couch (again...) and looking under the scab, I'm not sure I'm ready to go. At least not right now when I'm still feeling vulnerable. Oy.