I would have to say around 6 or 7 to first exposure, my uncle's magazines. After that there wasn't a lot as far as media exposure until maybe mid teens. There were other influences between.
There is this Eastern saying that the lotus blossoms in the swamp. As you can imagine, it's easy path to have all the circumstances at your side. It's easy to grow into incubator, in some nurturing environment. But it's no real gain because it's fragile. And imagine how much more success it is and how much stronger each of us can be if we - in these hard days and times - manage to break loose despite all the odds! Just like iron is hardened in iron and cold.
I think that I was 11 or 12 years old back then. I remember when a friend of mine showed up at my house and opened a porn site on my computer, I was shocked
I remember the CD cover/music clip from the "Moulin Rouge" remake song "Lady Marmelade" with Christina Aguilera among other female artists. Googled the exact year, it was 2001. I was 11 back then. I will never forget one of my first faps ever with that material.
When I was I think 9, my brother had me stay up with him one night. We were on the computer and he introduced me to porn. At the time I thought it was cool and I felt mature for watching it. I also snuck away and had many close calls until I finally got caught emailing a picture of one of my dad's girlfriends to myself. She was nude.
I have been relapsing almost every day for a few years now. I know, it's crazy to think that it's an almost daily thing. I realize that my porn addiction is anxiety and loneliness-driven. I strongly desire to have a girlfriend. To be more social and outgoing. But most days I despair and turn to pornography as my "way out". I also have Internet addiction (social media, YouTube, Netflix)...spend endless hours on the internet. My anxiety and addiction have worsened since I moved to Miami, an extrovertive city with a lot of attractive women. Any advice is much appreciated. Wishing everyone the best of luck.
Actually that's pretty typical. I usually masturbate every night in bed. In my experience, I made myself aware of every time I was able to and failed to abstain from masturbation. This helped me develop willpower. Distinguishing between needing to masturbate and only wanting to gave me a confidence boost and helped me feel better in general, in other words less anxiety. Loneliness was something I struggled with too. I'm sure lots of people do. I just remember that I will only be lonely til I next see my homie. Right now, I am working on breaking the habit. Knowing that I want to doesn't help all that much with, well, not wanting to. Lol. I've broken other habits so I'm not afraid of this one. I've noticed that if I O it doesn't matter if I feel pleasure, I will be temporarily satisfied. I've also noticed that an erection for any reason can lead to M. P is my weakness. I think the goal is to break the association with it, or match it with something else, or elevate everything else so it is mundane in comparison. That last one sounds kinda cool: be amazed by everything. These are my social media outlets: Hangouts Nofap YouTube Reddit Stackexchange Gmail TV I deleted Facebook. I take everything else for granted xD
I was first exposed to porn at the age of 12. A guy 3 years elder than me showed it to me for the first time. I will never forget the dopamine rush I felt at that that time. From the first video, I wanted more. And before I knew it, I was hooked.
I'm honestly shocked... I was exposed to porn when I was 3 years old. I remember the channel number too... channel 13... I'm so glad I found this website to help me through recovering from this addiction but I can't believe I'm the youngest one so far. It influenced me instantly. I think I remember the first scene I ever watched too... I don't even know what to say now... after so many years, there's just some things you can't unsee. Relapsed today after a week... going to make a commitment to try harder this time
I was 11 and my cousin who was a year older then me showed it to me. We use to sit in the same room with the computer going and both wank over the same thing, weird as shit. I remember when we did it when a female cousin, 2 years older then me (so 13) was there.
I was probably 5 or 6. It was a stash of magazines that my father had... later on I remember being told to stay out of the living room because dad was watching "one of his movies"... you can bet that when my folks left me alone (around 12 or 13) that I found & watched "dads movies".
10-11 Internet in the Late 90s Started out with searching pictures of Pro Wrestling female models (WWE, WWF, etc) Was curious to see what girls looked like without clothes on, so I typed in "naked girls" in the search bar Checked out a few of the top websites and got hit with a bunch of pop up ads. Started seeing things that I had never seen before. Women in different poses, showing different parts... Men and women doing certain things together It was exciting, but made me a bit uncomfortable at the time. It wasn't until I started masturbating when I was 14, that I really start to get more into it. I found that M and P went really well with each other, and became quite hooked on both
My first time seeing porn , was back when I was 11 years old , with a friend of mine we were disgusted and left as is , but then puberty... 15 yr old me looked up movies with intense romantic scenes , at the time mostly kissing scenes , then from there it went to naked scenes in movies , example american pie , and then from there normal porn. Today , whilst im 17 yrs old , im stopping masturbation because It makes me really agressive , its as if I wanna bash someones head in with a brick , something that I feel disgusted thinking about once im down from my period of rage
Wow, thank you so much! I'm actually surprised at myself...I had a really bad relapse almost 1 week ago, I had an O and everything, which I hadn't in a while, it was pretty bad...then I went almost 1 week without anything, no O or P or M, until today...came home from work exhausted and collapsed in bed...this is almost always when I relapse, and there's really nothing much I can do then...once I'm cuddled up in bed it's nearly impossible for me to get out of bed and I just pick up my phone and get lost for hours on P...it's been like that for years. I managed to stop myself today for some reason...I hate this vicious cycle.