I used to cruise adult bookstores shaking my head looking at all the middle-aged guys thinking, “that’ll never be me.” Now I shake my head looking at all the really old guys!
I’ve been addicted to sex and fantasy ever since one fateful afternoon in the shower of a Best Western in Kayente, AZ where I experienced my first orgasm. I think I was about 12 or 13.
What began as a mind-blowing discovery that opened up all new horizons became an obsession that’s hounded me into middle age.
My recovery includes a daily reading from Father Richard Rohr, a Franciscan who has incorporated 12 Step Recovery themes into his writings and spiritual practice. Some of you are probably familiar with Rohr and his work. I might quote him occasionally or even drop a Bible verse from time to time. Although I follow a mostly Christian faith tradition I don’t really consider myself to be a religious person.
Neither am I among those who identify themselves as “spiritual beings on a human journey.” I’m a bona fide human being and I see my recovery not only as a path to deeper spirituality, but a process of becoming more and more human. Less angel of light, more Velveteen Rabbit with its fur worn off and one eye dangling from a thread.
For a sex addict… not very sexy.
Days & Hours of a Recovering Sex Addict 