Still going strong!

Hey everyone!

We’ve gotten a lot of email lately with people asking if we’re still doing the blog, if we’re still together, and where the hell we’ve been for the past 4 months :)

First off- want to say that this weekend we celebrated our 12th wedding anniversary! OMG! So yes, we are still together an still going strong.

It’s been crazy for us these past few months. Within a span of 3 weeks, I (B) was offered an amazing clinical position, so we closed down the practice that we had opened less than a year ago, moved across the country, and are now both working as therapists. It’s crazy to look back and realize that everything we’ve gone through is now being used to help other people. Sex addiction is still such a mystery to the masses, so it’s been awesome getting to shed some light on it and bring hope to people who feel stuck in the black hole of shame. It’s also been huge to get to train with some of the country’s most cutting edge trauma specialists and sex addiction pioneers.

Of course, no giant transition like that comes without a whole lot of shaking, and our marriage has definitely been shaken over the past few months, but we have really good help, have gotten the support we need, and are feeling really strong heading into our 13th year of marriage.

Will try to get back to posting regularly soon. Thank you all for keeping this community going while we’ve been AWOL, and much love and prayers for healing to everyone!

Talk soon and much love,

B &D

swapping chairs on the titanic

hi everyone,

my hope for all of us is that this summer is finds us all in a place of healing, of rest, and of hope.

I found some SAA (sex addicts anonymous) literature lying around the house, and there was a piece that really caught my eye- it was talking about the flip side of sex addiction, which is sexual anorexia. The article went on to say “going from acting out as a sex addict to acting in as a sexual anorexic is like swapping chairs on the titanic.

Made me think.

I have numerous seats on the titanic that are available to me at any given time- overspending, overeating, restrictive eating, overexercising, masturbation, complete shut down of anything and everything sexual, isolating, or losing myself for hours in the endless void that is the internet. Just to name a few.

If my sexually addicted partner has his seat booked, it is important that I know how many tickets I’m holding so I don’t go down with the ship.

Today we are both wearing life vests and are bobbing in life boats on a brief and much appreciated sea of temporary calm.

Incidentally, I never understood the end of Titanic. Why would they try to share that door? Or why not just take turns? Or find another door to lay on? Either way, it’s a great picture of how I can operate as a partner of a sex addict, hanging on in the freezing water to HIS door. Much better to find my own so we can hang on side by side.

 

 

still going strong!

hi everyone,

so sorry for falling behind on answering emails and approving comments- D and I just finished a cross-country move….TOGETHER! This is the first time we’ve packed it up and headed out on the road because of an opportunity, rather than reacting to a nuclear sexual disaster. I was offered an amazing position…the dream job. No excuses for lagging on here though, so I do apologize and ask for your forgiveness!

Still unpacking and getting settled in the new place, but things are going well and we’ve hit a patch of calm in the crazy, which I intend to ride as long as possible! I do have a huge list of topics that I want to blog about, so I’ll try to get back to my posting schedule ASAP.

As always, take what is useful and leave the rest. I SOOOO appreciate everyone’s feedback, emails, comments, and willingness to be part of this amazing tribe. Hope you all have a beautiful week that is filled with grace.

-B

A word from the sex addict….

hi everyone-

It’s been awhile since D has written on this blog, but since the redbook article was posted, he’s expressed interest in putting out a few thoughts from the sex addict’s side of the street. Thought you’d all be interested…as always, take what is useful and leave the rest…

Wishing every one of you strength for the day,

B

D’s World (in his own words…):

I’m sick of sex.

I’m sick of all the hype.  I’m sick of all the discourse and discussion.  The onslaught of imagery and iconography.  The textures and tasteless programming that is constantly applied to my senses.  I’m sick of people constantly worrying about how its going to happen…with whom…and why.  The continual urge of my body to fulfill some sort of recycled brain chemistry.

And yet here we are with a website dedicated to it.  I am part of my own grief.  I suppose I should preface with saying I don’t write that often, but when I do its usually because things have reached a critical mass.  There are a lot of us out there that want answers.

I am an addict.  There is no other way to describe the last 15 years of my sexual journey.  I’m sure there are plenty of people out there who believe that “sex addicts” are just pricks who just want to have sex with as many people as possible because they “can”.   I will admit, there are people like that out there.  I am not one of them.  I am tortured by it.

Sex addiction is like heroin.   There have been plenty of studies to prove that during orgasm, a human brain is 95% identical to a junky hitting their first wave of a smack fueled release.   Look it up if you don’t believe me.  Those of us who are sex addicts know there is nothing even remotely wonderful about spending your grocery money on a prostitute.  That ball of shame and anguish you feel when you are sitting in your car again afterwards…crying into your steering wheel, wondering how things have gotten this bad and why you are such a fucked up degenerate.  You have trashed the values your hold dear, hurt the ones you love…and worst of all…you hate yourself.

Sound like a good time?  Its not.

 The argument that i did this because it was “fun” holds no water for me.  This is not the life I wanted, and I have spent my life savings, lost my friends, and spent countless hours being vulnerable about my shameful secrets to absolute strangers in support groups.

We are a society that is fueled by the possibility of sex or the fear of it and its problems.  It doesn’t matter if it’s the porn producer or the preacher’s pulpit.  We are obsessed and we have overdramatized this human condition.

Sex is not that important. 

I used to think that if I went days without masturbating my dick would fall off.   I used to think that if I didn’t have sex for a couple of weeks I would probably die.  Truth be told, the most content I ever was when I was sex free for a period of 6 months.  I found out that I existed beyond my genitals.  I had a name and a personality and it had very little to do with who I slept with.

Sex is nothing more than a genetic desire to procreate, to feel good, and to connect and bond with possible mating partners.  Think that sounds harsh?  Lets take another look at this.  If you were left alone in the wild with nothing but a pair of matches and a hatchet, what would your first thoughts be?  Would it be that you better find someone to hook up with?  The body would systematically shut down a lot of these urges because they would no longer be deemed “necessary” to survival.  You would be focused on shelter, food, warmth, safety, and the possibility of finding rescue.

It’s not that important.

If we continue to refuse biology in the examination of this “problem”, we are severely blindsided.  I wont deny that love is a core human need.  The need to be touched, listened to, held, appreciated, to care for and be cared for, but sex is actually a small portion of that.

When we were a new species on this earth, procreation was absolutely the best way of sustaining survivability.  We rolled the genetic dice and came up with new powerful ways of achieving an evolved progression against the forces that sought to destroy us.

But the earth is overpopulated now.  We have gone from needing an evolutionary/survival need to an emotional one.   And boy did we ever go crazy with this.  We invented a million different reasons why sex was the end all be all.  The piece de resistance of loves true center.  What a bunch of garbage.   If this sounds like sacrilege, then maybe you need to consider why you are on this website in the first place.  Do you or someone you know struggle with sexual dysfunction?  Is it possible that we have it all wrong?

My brain was fried at an early age.  Neurologist alike will agree “neurons that fire together wire together”.  Mix in a little early onset PTSD and you have a brain cocktail that is good to go for the rest of your adult life.  Some of us have severe brain damage, and our only way of shutting the system down and resetting it is through orgasm.  If you are a hardcore addict, you don’t even care how good the experience is…your just grateful its over..so you can start your day.  Through hard work, and careful maintenance you can overcome a lot of these situations, but it still begs the question, “why is this a thing?”

I implore all of us to dig deep and ask ourselves.  Have we as a culture completely overhauled our human sexual needs?  Are we living in a rat maze of fear and anxiety, a den of constant stress and confusion?  Sex activates a pleasure center so strong in our brain its no wonder why we want to continually experience it, but at what cost?

My only solution is desensitization.  And no I don’t mean staring at naked people all day long.  I refuse to participate in popular culture for this reason ALONE.  I don’t watch TV.  I don’t read magazines.  I don’t constantly fret about looking cool or trying on a new pair of jeans to see if my butt looks better in this pair or that pair.  It’s a futile waste of my time.  I have a wife, we have great sex when we feel like it, and I go back to things that really matter afterwards.

 

 

confronting the other woman….

99% of the time, my own experience has taught me that confronting the other woman is not usually a good idea. It can stir the pot, cause unneeded additional stress, stir up a ‘competition’ mentality, and the list of “pros” generally does not outweigh the potential downfalls of confronting the other woman.

However.

Since I have figured this out through trial and error, I can say that there are some times (in my opinion) that it is necessary and possibly beneficial to confront. Take what is useful and leave the rest, but here is a list of my greatest “hits.”

The Roommate:

I found out many months after she moved out that he was having an affair with her. Why, you might ask, in God’s green earth would I allow a female roommate? Keep in mind this was in my early 20s, I had ZERO grid for what sex addiction was, and I was in my own haze of eating disorder, exercise addiction, and prescription pill addiction. She texted me looking for my husband’s new phone number. I replied, “I know what you did. I know everything. I forgive you.” She didn’t reply. I figured that maybe guilting her would be more effective than starting a war. It seemed to work- we never heard from her again

The Co-Worker:

This one was more of a “fuck you bitch, how dare you start something with my husband, don’t ever let me see your face again, etc. etc.” Definitely cringe worthy in retrospect. My opinion on this is when you confront in anger, you incite the other woman to want to fight back. Woman who are into married men (and i speak from personal experience here, having been involved in my own intrigues with married men, are generally working through some sort of family of origin “mama trauma.” If you try to go toe to toe, you will probably end up with a pretty nasty situation.

The Family-Sanctioned Affair Partner:

His family knew about this one, and for awhile they thought they were “in love.” This was a disaster cocktail of phone calls, emails, and texts with her, with her saying on one hand “I’m sorry for the pain that this has caused you,” to “I’m very sorry this happened this way, but we are in love and will probably end up together if you guys don’t work it out.”

YUCK.

So back and forth we went- me sending her emails to PLEASE TAKE MY HUSBAND’S F-ING PICTURE OFF YOUR FACEBOK PAGE. Her calling me. Mess.

The one from years past…

I thought we were done with this one. I really did. After my trial and error, I had officially taken the position of “do not confront the other woman.” However, 10 years later, she popped up on Facebook commenting on a picture of him. I sent her a very nice email, where i said i wish her nothing but joy and happiness, and that i’d appreciate if she no longer posted comments or liked pictures of my husband. She replied with a snarky, “sure, no problem. best of luck to you dealing with your pain and the past.”

An apology would have been nicer….live & learn.

Anyone have experience confronting the other woman? Feel free to share!

We are featured on redbookmag.com!

Hi everyone,

I was going to do a post today about confronting the other woman, since that has recently become an issue I’ve chosen to deal with, BUT….we were interviewed by a wonderful gal from redbook who put our story on their website. I am so proud of the way she chose to portray us, & score one for an accurate depiction of sex addiction in the media! Would be so honored if you would check it out:

http://www.redbookmag.com/love-sex/advice/sex-addiction

Much love,
B

Sex & Vegetables

Happy New Year everyone! 2014…wow.

While I’m not big on new year’s resolutions (vehemently OPPOSED to them would be more accurate), I have decided that my goal for the next few months will be sex & vegetables.

And no, I have not gone batty.

The first year of recovery with my husband we had sex all the time. Disconnected, frantic, “I have to do it so he won’t act out” sex. My body knew things weren’t right- I kept getting UTIs and other assorted genital fun. That first year- too much of the wrong kind of sex.

The second year of recovery we stopped – cold turkey. My body went into full strike mode. If you haven’t heard of the term “Sexual Anorexia,” get the book by Patrick Carnes- immediately. The second year- not enough of the right kind of sex.

The third year of recovery something interesting happened- during the course of both of us working individual recovery plans with our own peer support & therapists, we decided that we needed to recalibrate our sexuality, and the only way to do that was a major detox- in other words, we quit having sex for 7 months. Intentionally. Mindfully.

And yes, we survived. No, his penis did not shrivel up and fall off. And no, my nether regions did not become a desolate wasteland. Quite the contrary- giving up sex allowed us to redefine what intimate sex looked like, how to connect as a couple, and how to connect with our bodies and emotions in a way that was not immediately sexualized.

And after relapses, 3 residential treatment stays, and countless hours of prayer, therapy, and wading through the muck, we have finally shifted into what could considered a “healthy” sex life.

I still do not love eating vegetables. I’m a junk food junkie. But I’ve come to appreciate a beautifully prepared veggie dish. I often avoid sex because I don’t want to do the work of being connected to my emotions, connected to my body, connected to my husband, etc….and sometimes, spacing out into fantasy land seems like a good idea.

but…

vegetables are necessary for a healthy body. Connected, healthy, intimate sex is important for a healthy marriage. Detox is essential for both.

(I also should add- my husband is phenomenal in bed. i suppose that’s the benefit of acting out sexually for so many years…at least now i am the beneficiary of all that experience. there is no lacking for O’s when he shows up…)

But I digresss….

sex & vegetables. there you have it. my goals for 2014.

What are yours?

The best & the worst of times…

Hi everyone. Here’s a quick list of some of the best and the worst moments I’ve had in the past few years on this journey. I’ve been to the bottom and back up the ladder. God has done miracle no doubt in my marriage, and I am grateful to Him. I am fortunate that I had a husband who chose recovery, and also had the resources to seek the best help available. I do not take this for granted.

The worst:

  • Discovering via text message that my husband was having an affair with my (then) best friend
  • Coming home from a group meeting and discovering another woman in my bed
  • My husband telling me that he wanted to be a sex addict and no longer wanted to be married to me (on our anniversary)
  • Leaving my home, my job, and moving 1500 miles away to sort through the nuclear wreckage that had become my life
  • Almost getting fired because I had lost hours of time snooping on my husband’s activities
  • Calling one of the “other women” who told me that she intended to marry my husband and that they were “in love”

The best:

  • The moment when he realized he needed and wanted help and chose to go into residential treatment
  • Our 10 year anniversary when we got rid of our old bed (he had many affair partners in it) and bought a new one
  • The day we moved into a home and purchased furniture. The furniture represented stability- for the past 5 or so years I had to pick up and move out on very short notice, and thought I’d never be able to have a “normal” living environment
  • The day I realized that God loved me, my husband, and my marriage
  • The amazing women I have met on this journey
  • When I started looking at how I ended up in this relationship, I went on a journey of self-discovery that led to recovery from an eating disorder, ability to enjoy sex for the first time in my life, and a healthy relationship with my body
  • The day I realized that I once again cared to “be pretty” and put on makeup, take showers, and get dressed
  • The day that I realized I no longer thought daily about the searing pain that was ripping through my body
  • The moment I realized that I didn’t have to compulsively snoop on my husband
  • Typing out this list and realizing I can type “the worst moments of my marriage” without re-experiencing those moments in their horrendous entirety.

 

 

 

maybe the media finally got it right?

I’m definitely intrigued. Gwyneth Paltrow as a partner of a sex addict? 12 step meetings that show this addiction is actually legit? I’m skeptical about this movie…but hopeful…

Video

Will we ever have sex again?

Hey everyone! It’s been a CRAZY few weeks running around getting the new office ready (yay!). Thanks to everyone for posting questions and sharing their experiences. It’s such an amazing feeling to know we are not crazy and not alone!

I wanted to throw out a quick post for today – One of the Alice in Wonderland characters (i think it was the white queen?) said something to the effect of, “I try to do 6 impossible things before breakfast.”

It’s past lunchtime now, but here’s a list of 6 things that are currently part of my life.  If you had asked me 5 years ago, I would have said all of these things were totally, utterly, undeniably impossible. With God and a LOT of hard work, all things are possible.

1. I have sex with my husband without picturing all the people he’s been with.

2. I enjoy sex. It’s still complicated, and there are times when it doesn’t work. But there are other times when it does. And when it works, it works well.

3. I do not snoop. I want to. I am still compelled to. But i do not look at my husband’s phone, computer, or receipts. The compulsion is not as strong as it used to be.

4. I have girlfriends. After discovering that my husband had sex with several of my good friends, I swore off having girl friends or having anything to do with women. I have good friends now that I enjoy. I still do not feel comfortable being around my girlfriends and my husband at the same time, but I can say that I have a group of women that I enjoy spending time with.

5. I eat what I want when I want to without bingeing or restricting. Part of my shutting down with the sex addiction was controlling what went in my mouth. I alternated between overeating and restricting. In a world where i had NO control over my SA, I coped by developing a variety of eating disorders- binge eating disorder in the beginning prior to the sexual disclosures, and then anorexia after. I haven’t stepped on a scale in nearly 5 years now, at the doctor’s office i stand on the scale backwards, and i can eat pretty much anything without a constant ticker tape of calorie counts going through my head. You will never hear me use the words “I’m being bad” or “I’m being good” when it comes to food.

6. A brand new, fully functioning, non-exploding or overheating vehicle. Somehow, despite the thousands of dollars of debt with counseling, rehab, moving, losing jobs, crossing states, and doing school, we have been blessed with a new 2013 Nissan Juke. Having NEVER had a car that i could guarantee would turn on when the key was inserted, this is a big deal to me. Even though it doesn’t exactly have anything to do directly with sex addiction, neglecting myself, my body, AND my finances have been collateral damage from dealing with the addiction. Recovery has also meant financial recovery. And it is a huge blessing. Just wanted to share.

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