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OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI enjoyed porn from when I was a teenager. Using it was a twice-daily ritual. As I got older I did not seem to become less interested like my friends did, and when I started dating and even living with women I continued to use it just as regularly.

Looking back from my current position, I think it kept my sex drive artificially high but this is all justifiable as a man. But by my late 30s I found myself in trouble with my erections when I was with my partner. First sex failed, then it became infrequent. There was always an excuse to avoid it – I drank too much, I stayed up late watching a film, I was too tired and, yes, sometimes I had a headache!

I was worried and frustrated and didn’t really connect any of my sexual problems to porn. I went to my doctor, I had tests – psychosexual counselling was suggested. While the ‘investigations’ were going on, my relationship got worse and I found myself compensating for the lack of desire for Tracy by engaging in risky sexual behaviours in order to make myself ‘work’. Telephone sex lines worked for a while, then I migrated to being a Webcam user and that led me eventually to visiting a massage parlour for the ‘real thing’. I remember leaving the place feeling shameful and empty (I’d entered it bursting and excited). I had broken my own moral codes and beliefs but I knew I was still getting worse. I managed to split myself up into pieces. Good Alex and bad Alex. The bad Alex started to photograph his sleeping partner and when that became too ‘normal’ he started to share the photographs via an online forum. You couldn’t see Tracy’s face so I told myself it was okay, no one would know it was her so it was nothing! Then I started thinking about installing a secret camera somewhere in the house to take ‘more’ secret pictures. My online viewing became totally connected with voyeuristic porn and I felt myself sliding towards more and more risky behaviours – they would have landed me in legal trouble. I went back to my GP this time saying how really down I felt, and I was surprised that I also said to him that I felt quite suicidal. I was taken seriously and I started my talking treatment soon after that visit.

I used the Internet positively and read articles on voyeurism and, difficult as it was, I began to talk to the therapist about my secret sexual life. Tracy, to my utter amazement and disbelief, didn’t leave me. We have also worked as a couple with a therapist on the issues of trust and more deeply on our joint sexual life. Things aren’t totally fixed, perhaps they never can be, but we regularly talk about things and it really helps. I feel myself to be exceptionally lucky to have a partner who wants to help me and stay with me rather than leave me or take legal action for my sharing her image online. Knowing that I have her support has made sticking to ‘no Internet’ look possible. The longer I stay away from it, the more my love and admiration for Tracy grows. We are hoping to set a date to get married next year and for that alone I am finished with Internet porn for good.

Here is a short thought from Simon who is changing his relationship with porn.

I feel I’m breaking my dependency on Internet porn – although I have chosen, so far, to continue to use magazines. In fact, I am learning how to use them again after being hooked on Internet porn for about 10 years. I used porn magazines and videos from when I was 13 years old. When Internet porn came about I quite quickly stopped buying and using mags and then I only used the Internet. It’s always felt too hard to give up using the Internet for porn if I don’t have something to take its place. I could go a few weeks but then, when I was desperate, I’d use online and then that would lead to me going back to webcams again and spending a whole lot of money on sex.

I’ve noticed that I use Internet porn differently to magazines. In mags you take in the whole picture. You have to really look around at the photo. I find I really look at the woman’s face and her figure – that’s not something you do with Internet or DVD porn. I have to really engage with the porn star to use a magazine picture. I don’t expect anyone to agree but, to me, it feels more respectful using a still image – perhaps I’m just deluding myself. I have a lot of doubts about my relationship with porn but I do figure that giving up the endless stream that is supplied by broadband can only help me. It’s a step towards breaking the control it has on my life.

COPYRIGHT Porn Recovery UK 2012

TURNED ON: intimacy in a pornized society is a hard-hitting tale about the causes and outcomes of cybersexual addiction. Told in three parts, it outlines the stories of those most affected, and seeks out the underlying causes and potential resolutions through the voice of a psychotherapist. This book reveals the real victims. Read, and be prepared to consider how many people are blighted by cybersexual addiction.

Reviews

Patricia Mills (MBACP accred), psychodynamic therapeutic counsellor writes:

Although deeply shocking at many levels, I was left with a feeling of sadness and compassion for both parties. Marc and Louise [the main characters in the book] are victims of their past and their present. Refreshingly, the male isn’t demonised with only the woman being seen as victim. The gender issues raised were based on fact rather than emotion. The author has realistically portrayed the role of the therapist, whose thoughts run alongside the content. While this book might be anxiety provoking for some, it is sensitively written, non-judgemental and ultimately a story of hope.

Rick Belden Author, Iron Man Family Outing: Poems About Transition Into A More Conscious Manhood writes:

“Turned On” is described on the back cover of the book as a “psychotherapy novel.” This characterization, while accurate, might lead some to believe that “Turned On” is going to be a dry, analytical read. Nothing could be further from the truth. It’s an authentic page-turner.

I began reading it at about 5:30 yesterday evening, thinking I’d read a few pages and then break to do some other things. Wrong. I read the first 151 pages straight through, took a dinner break, and then finished off the rest at around 10:30 PM. I could not put it down. This is brilliant work.

As I was reading, I kept a running list of words that came to mind as I made my way through the book. Here’s what I wrote:

* harrowing
* ingenious
* graphic
* shocking
* courageous
* compelling
* dynamic
* revelatory
* painful
* familiar
* funny
* sad
* authentic

“Turned On” is a dark journey, to be sure, and not for the faint of heart or those who may be offended or disturbed by a frank presentation of the shadow side of human sexual experience. But more importantly, in my view, it is a journey of awakening to the possibilities of healing and positive change that can only come with a fully felt awareness of the truths of oneself, one’s history, and one’s life. And that is a journey well-taken.

Kathy Mitchell (MBACP accred), person entered psychotherapist writes:

Undoubtedly this is not an easy book to read – given its up-close-and-personal view of extreme pornography.

‘TURNED ON’ does, however, give therapists a safe vehicle from which to explore what is for many unchartered and dangerous territory. I found there was considerable learning to be had from reading the book a second time – enabling me to see beyond the content and into the feeling.

It is a “must read” for any therapist who has reservations about their ability to work in this area as well as being a novel of hope for victims, like its characters Marc and Louise, who are at a stage where they are ready to contemplate the possibility of change.

Buy Turned On: intimacy in a pornized society from Amazon.co.uk

 

Here is a short thought from Simon, who is changing his relationship with porn.

I feel I’ve now broken my dependency on Internet porn – although I have chosen, so far, to continue to use magazines. In fact, I am learning how to use them again after an abscene of about 10 years. I used porn magazines and videos from when I was 13 years old. When Internet porn came about, I quite quickly stopped buying and using mags, and then I only used the Internet. It’s been too hard to give up using the Intenet for porn without having something else to use. I could go a few weeks but then, when I was desperate, I’d use it and that would lead to me using webcams again and spending a whole lot of money on sex.

I notice that I use Internet porn differently to magazines. In magazines you take in the whole picture. You have to really look around at the photo. I find I really look at the girl’s face and her figure in a mag – that’s not something you do with Internet porn. I have to really engage with the porn star to ‘use’ a magazine picture. I’m sure there are plenty of people who will disagree with me, but it feels more respectful using magazines.

Here is a short thought from Max, who is changing his relationship with porn.

I’ve been away from using porn for almost nine months, but it can still rob me in my day-to-day life. Connections can be triggered at odd times. At the weekend I could hear my youngest child giggling and screaming with laughter from the sitting room. When I went to investigate what the fun was all about I discovered he had pressed the point A to point B repeat function on the DVD remote control and was watching one of his favourite cartoon characters endlessly get flattened then pop out to its former shape. What should have been a moment of joy and wonder at the way my son could enjoy life so easily – at the way he is developing and understanding the world and already being creative with technology – was spoiled. I was deeply aware that I’d used the very same function to line up just the right few seconds of porn and watch them endlessly until I’d relieved myself.

Photo by jfg

The film SHAME is making quite a splash in the build up to its UK release next week. You can watch a trailer of it here on The Guardian website. Directed by Steve McQueen (winner of the Golden Camera at the Cannes Film Festival, and a Turner Prize and BAFTA), and starring Michael Fassbender and Carey Mulligan, it tells the story of Brandon (Fassbender), a single man who suffers from sex ‘addiction’. His ordered lifestyle is thrown into chaos with the arrival of his needy sister.

If the trailer were the only form of judging whether SHAME is going to be a useful watch for someone looking to find out something about sex, porn and/or masturbatory ‘addictions’, then certainly it gives away very few clues. But until I get to watch the film next week I’m going to have to rely on informed people like r-kern (a self-disclosing sex addict) who have already had the chance. You can read r-kern’s thoughts in a review on IMDb
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1723811/board/nest/192736054

What I am noticing is that my own book, Turned On: intimacy in a pornized society, has seen an upturn in sales since Christmas. Coincidence or connected? Who knows. I just hope that people will end up being informed by SHAME, as the film’s reach is well beyond what most books (including Turned On) can hope to achieve.

You can read an abridged chapter from Turned On: intimacy in a pornized society by clicking here. And you can buy the book from Amazon by clicking this link: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Turned-Intimacy-Pornized-D-Stafford/dp/095649871X

Duncan E. Stafford
Psychotherapist, author and supervisor

In this feature length post Ellen, from oneinsixwomen argues from her own experience that while porn fiction may not use real people, it nonetheless can cause just as much real damage to its users.

Pornography can be difficult to define. Are ‘tasteful’ naked photos porn or are they art? Are sex scenes in movies porn? What about if you can’t see any actual genitalia – is it still pornographic? Censors and governments struggle with the definition, but most people seem to agree that it’s largely visual. Photos, paintings, movies, live shows – users participate in porn by watching it. Although the dictionary defines pornography more broadly (‘obscene literature, art, or photography, designed to excite sexual desire’) the average person tends to limit their definition of porn to the visual. And when we’re talking about the damage caused by porn we rarely think of any forms of porn other than visual. It’s difficult to imagine how harm can come from pornographic literature – it doesn’t even use real people, so no one is being harmed. It’s surely a better alternative to the kind of porn that exploits those who participate in it, right?
I spent nearly four years as a compulsive porn user and it was never just the visual that captured my attention. I watched plenty of online clips, sometimes daily, but I also spent many nights reading porn fiction stories, sometimes in addition to movies clips and sometimes on their own. I call it ‘porn fiction’ because it’s not the same as what is commonly known as erotica. The porn fiction that’s online and consumed by thousands of porn users is cheap, crude, amateurish and poorly written. By no stretch of the imagination can it be called literature, and it’s certainly a far cry from the Mills-and Boon-on-steroids that makes up most of the erotica sold in bookstores. This isn’t simply dirty romance literature. Online porn fiction is, at its most innocuous, hard-core porn in written form. It is graphic, detailed and often violent, and I believe it is as damaging as any porn you can watch on your computer.

Like anything else in porn, fiction covers a vast range of material. You have to know what you’re looking for … do you want male/female, male/male, bondage, discipline, male domination, female domination, mind control, forced submission, transgender, gay, lesbian, bi, interracial, humiliation, pain, rape, sadism, gynaecology, or a combination of several of these options? How about something you hadn’t even imagined yet? It’s all there, and more, in incredible detail.

Porn addiction, like any addiction, changes over time. Very few people start with hard-core porn, just as very few people start a drug addiction with large doses of cocaine. Users build up a tolerance, and even things that were firmly in the ‘I would never, ever want to watch that’ category become acceptable over time as we become desensitised and our brain and body needs a bigger, more exciting hit in order to become aroused. This is very normal but most porn users don’t know that, and it can be very confusing to realise you’ve gone from fairly tame pictures to movie clips that once horrified you. How, you wonder, did I move from being disgusted to aroused? I can’t speak for anyone else, but for me I know that porn fiction is part of what helped to desensitise me to things that had previously sickened me.

A large part of the problem with porn fiction is that it creates scenarios you usually don’t find in porn movies. There is more dialogue, for one thing, which is noticeably absent from real movies. Movie viewers don’t want chit-chat, they want action. The dialogue in most movies takes the form of women being called dirty sluts and whores, but that’s about the limit of ‘conversation’. Porn fiction is different. The writers can take their time … but in most cases the dialogue takes the scene to a level that many porn users would not be comfortable watching. It’s one thing to have a brief shot of a woman looking apprehensive or demeaned; it’s quite another thing to be privy to her thoughts, to know exactly what she’s feeling about the situation. And if what she is feeling is fear or humiliation it takes a standard porn situation to a very different place.

Another difference in porn fiction is that it creates scenarios that either couldn’t be filmed or can’t even exist in real life. Mind control is a big sub-genre of porn fiction and it often involves protagonists (usually women) being forced, by some sort of mind control drug or device, into demeaning sexual acts in public places, or forced to have sex with men they hate or who terrify them. In real life we call that torture and rape, but in porn fiction it’s just another mind control scenario. And again, these are not scenes most people would be comfortable watching, but reading it is somehow different.

So what’s the problem here? We’re still talking about fiction, where no one is being hurt. Even regular, non-porn fiction creates intense scenarios that would never happen in real life and we don’t worry about those. It’s just fun and escapism. This is true, but porn fiction is not read in the same way as other fiction. Porn fiction isn’t about escapism or entertainment. It exists to sexually arouse the user and lead to orgasm, in exactly the same way as porn movies or pictures. When porn fiction pushes the envelope – as most of it does – it means that users are becoming aroused by scenes they aren’t comfortable watching. Except of course they are watching these scenes. The imagination is extremely powerful and anyone who’s read porn fiction has visualised those scenes in full detail. When users are aroused by these mind-scenarios, triggered by the written word, they start to need visual stimulation to match the scenes in their head. At least that’s how it was for me, and I’m sure I’m not alone. Reading porn fiction helped to bridge the gap between tamer porn and hard-core, violent porn. The more I read fiction, the more I needed movie clips that were closer to what I’d seen in my imagination when reading. After reading fiction I was willing to cross boundaries that previously I hadn’t wanted to cross. I’ve heard people say that porn fiction is a safe option for porn users because no one gets hurt and it’s not as bad as real porn. I don’t believe that. Porn fiction wasn’t a safe option for me; it was a door into the kind of porn that used to disgust and terrify me.

We’re nearly at the end of 2011 and I haven’t consumed porn in over seven years, but it’s still part of my life. Not because I still watch it or think about it all the time, but because of my memories. I have scenes in my head that might never fully disappear and a lot of them are from porn fiction. I have vivid memories of scenes my mind created and they are as real to me as anything I saw. They haunt me just as much. In some ways they haunt me more, because I know I built those memories myself. I want to think I’m above it, but the truth is my mind is capable of creating detailed, technicolour, realistic porn scenes. I created them, I enjoyed them, I refined them when they got boring, I replayed them over and over in my mind. The fact that I hate them now doesn’t change that. And reading porn fiction helped put those scenes there. It is not a safe, harmless alternative to ‘real’ porn. It may not use real people, but it’s real nonetheless, and it does real damage. I have the scars to prove that.

Copyright oneinsixwomen 2011
Read about Ellen’s first exposure to porn     Another female users story     A wife’s reaction to porn part 1   A wife’s reaction to porn part 2

In 2009, quite out of the blue Helen discovered that her husband had run up a considerable debt using Internet sex web cams. Here is the second part of her story.

I insisted that James left the house for a few days. I threatened him: I said that if he did not leave and give me space, I’d go and never come back. I had never felt so determined in my life – the feelings in me hurt and frightened me.

James left to stay with his mother and I was left with my feelings. Alone in the home that had been about all of our joint dreams just a few months ago and which now, in itself, felt as if it were part of the problem. Stupid that this sounds, but it seemed like the house knew what was happening, like it was the witness.

I was too distressed to go to work and so I phoned in sick. I remember sitting in James’s smart office and I wanted to destroy it. I wanted to defile the sharp white paint and his black leather furniture and his bloody glass desk. I wanted to throw every last thing out of the window and set fire to the whole f’ing lot of it. Instead I searched every inch of it. I found a couple of hardcore porn magazines and I found more than twenty DVDs with porn on them – one of which was some form of homemade disc. In his in-tray I found the card of a psychotherapist. I paused from my sorting and after a moment or two I realized that the card was the first hopeful sign I’d seen. Perhaps, I thought, it means that he realizes that he has problems? Perhaps he is even having sessions with this man.

I googled the therapist and indeed he was someone who specialized in working with porn and cybersex addictions and recovery. I texted James, ‘Are you getting help for this stuff you are doing?’ He replied to me with a voice mail. He rambled on at length telling me about how he was getting therapy, his name, how long he’d been going. Without the card, I’m not sure I’d have believed him, but deep inside I drew a big breath in to me. There was for me the idea that I might be able to trust him again at some point.

I spent a lot of the following few days feeling sick as I looked through almost all of the DVDs and the two magazines. At first I was like a child almost peeking through my fingers at something frightening. After a while I thought to myself, I want to know about this stuff: Who are these young women taking off their clothes and exposing their most intimate parts for all the world to see? How does one become like them? How does James become aroused and orgasm looking at some bizarre things happening to women and yet our own sex life is just British standard. Some videos made me cry. Beautiful young women having three, four and five men penetrating them at the same time, having their faces slapped, getting chocked by a penis down their throat or with 10s of men spraying seaman on them one after another. As a woman, I felt that I needed to know about this stuff so that I could tell each of my girlfriends: do you know what your guy’s looking at? It’s not just innocent fun you know – go look at his computer!

And then, I had to turn to online. I had tried to break his laptop but I only succeeded in snapping the hinges – it was much better built than I imagined and it was still working. I searched through the browser and account details. If the DVDs and magazines shocked and saddened me, the Internet actually disgusted me. There was so little respect in anything that he was looking at. His looking at transsexual porn sites and at males being dominated confused me. To see what happened to scrotums and penises with high heals and pins and nails made me every bit as sad as when I had looked at the women’s degradation.

I couldn’t find a way into the web cam sites he had looked at, but most of them had free previews and it all looked like electronic prostitution to me. In my town, everyone knows the street the prostitutes walk at night. That evening I completed the day and my own search into the world of porn and sleaze by driving up the main road the ‘ladies of the night’ hang out on. I slowed down a bit and watched as they moved towards the car. My heart thumping. I don’t know what I was thinking of doing but it gave me some idea of the experience of what it must be like to have sexual power as a man. I drove off rather too fast. Got home. Got myself in a shower and tried to wash myself clean.

Copyright THE WiTTING PRESS 2011

In 2009, quite out of the blue Helen discovered that her husband had run up a considerable debt using Internet sex web cams. Here is the first part of her story.

I can remember lying in bed the day after I had opened the credit card bill with the most insane anger at James – my friend, partner, lover and husband for the last 15 years. He had made me feel angry but also dirty, used, tricked and deceived. Until that day in early March 2009 I had personally never looked at a frame of pornography. I came from a family that tended to look down of things like girly calendars and the tabloid newspapers that showed breasts – let alone porn – and I had always thought that my educated, broadsheet-reading husband did also. I had the impression that our sex life was good and that I satisfied him, but accidently opening his credit card bill instead of my own and seeing that it had an outstanding balance for almost £8k at a time when we were personally struggling to cope with our very large year-old mortgage at first had me worried and then enraged as I began to see where the debit was coming from.
Tracking back the paperwork over the course of two years, it soon became clear to me that James had spent more than £15k on cybersex with webcam sex workers. Once I had investigated all the credit card bills I could find, I began to search his computer and sure enough it had a huge number of porn searches logged in the web history. I thought to myself – ‘All those hours he claimed to be working in the office and in fact he was just sat there wanking.’

What really destroyed me was the fact that he had made loads of searches for escort sites in our town. I broke out in a cold sweat just thinking about what he might have been up to and almost as quickly as I knew it, I was booking myself an appointment at the local GU clinic for every sort of test I could. If James could deceive me like this, I was not going to take his word for the fact that I didn’t have some awful sort of sexually transmitted disease.

I had lain awake most of the night having fained a migraine rather than confronting him about what he had done as soon as he walked in the door. My mother always taught me to sleep on decisions, but as soon as it was light and I could sense him beginning to wake I was hit by the most enormous wave of distress I’ve ever felt. I think I literally jumped out of bed. Went into James’s office, picked up his credit card bills and carried them in to the living room. I went back into his office and picked up his laptop – I opened it and literally bent the whole screen back as far as I could until the white plastic hinge snapped. I placed it on the floor and scattered the credit card bills, and then I summoned up the most enormous scream I have ever used in my life. I screamed and then I began to shout the most basic language I know until a startled and dazed James descended the stairs and arrived in the living room by my side. He began to shout out loud, trying to get me to stop. For a moment I thought he was going to restrain me and I remember shouting at him not to fucking touch me with his dirty, wanker’s hands. I think if I’d had a weapon, I would have used it against him without a second thought. And then I felt suddenly quite calm, while he looked really fearful for the first time in our marriage.

In Part 2 Helen continues her story

Copyright THE WiTTING PRESS 2011

 PRUK has been lucky enough to make contact with Ellen through oneinsixwomen. Here she writes about her first experience of using porn.

Technically, I suppose, my first exposure to porn was when I was ten or eleven and I found some of my brother’s magazines whilst snooping in his room one afternoon. I remember being fascinated and horrified at the same time. These were photos of women who hid nothing, and their casual boldness scared me because it was so alien to everything I knew. I went back again and again to look at these magazines when there was no one at home. That was my first experience of porn but what I saw later was so different it made those magazines look like fashion mags.

When I was in my late 20s I spent a Saturday afternoon playing card games on my computer. The internet was only accessible via dial up so I wasn’t on there much, but this day I decided to search for more card games. I clicked on a link that said ‘free card games’ and suddenly I was at a porn site. It was that simple. I didn’t go searching for porn; I had never even imagined seeing it. There was no secret craving for porn and I was completely shocked that I’d landed on this site. In truth it was fairly tame. It was photographs only, and at this point I didn’t even know you could watch porn films online; I thought you had to buy videos at a sleazy shop for that. The pictures were rougher than what I’d seen in my brother’s magazines and the women looked … more demeaned, I guess. They seemed more humiliated, more like victims. I understand now that their humiliation was what attracted me. It resonated with my own experiences of being shamed, put down and emotionally abused. I didn’t go to porn because I wanted to see naked women or, later, because I wanted to see women have sex. I wasn’t aroused by the women; I simply identified with their powerlessness, with the way they were treated as worthless objects. It made sense to me.

That afternoon I forgot about the card games. For the first time, I typed the word ‘porn’ into a search engine. I can remember shaking, and my heart was pounding from fear. I felt like I’d crossed a line, taken a step that I couldn’t have imagined ever taking. Obviously I’d seen pornographic images before, in the magazines, but actually typing ‘porn’ into my computer was something very different. I wasn’t looking at something I’d stumbled across accidentally; I was deliberately choosing porn. And making that choice for the first time wasn’t exciting or liberating or fun. It was simply terrifying.

Within weeks, I knew all the search terms that would quickly find me the images I wanted to see. Within months, I’d discovered movies. A little while after that I found porn fiction, where I could read about impossibly degrading acts that couldn’t happen in real life. I had an entirely new language of code words, abbreviations and acronyms. I knew the names of acts that I hadn’t even known existed a few months before. I was an expert at finding what I wanted to see. Finding my chosen content got faster, easier, more streamlined … but it never stopped being terrifying, and I never stopped hating myself for it.

Copyright oneinsixwomen 2011

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