Mine is my own voice talking down to me tells me I won’t be able to achieve what I want and that everyone else agrees
It’s me telling myself what will happen if I don’t last too long. I just go over the consequences a bunch
Improvement
Mine has already given up, saying we wont last, its dissapointed, saying that shes going to be dissapointed. Its a girl that i used to hook up with that i could never satisfy.
You will always not last long.
mine tells me i’m not good enough i that i can never get to where i want to be
Mine is just myself, my own voice. Reminding me of things my partner doesn’t like, and worrying about getting too close to finishing
My inner critic reminds of my incompetence and my failures. He is very matter-of-fact. Like a lawyer presenting a case. It’s hard not to be convinced by his evidence.
Warning me that it won’t go well
Mine is just a nagging worrywart just telling me how I’m going to struggle to get it up or how I’m not gonna last. Idk this was hard. I couldn’t quite picture a thing I just kept remembering my last experience.
It feels as a warning that i’m not gonna do this or i need to stop this, and it still feels like a rational part of me but now recognizing it. it also feels like a burden holding me back and distracting me.
It’s telling me that I am not hard enough, that I am small, lazy, weak and the woman in front of me, and a helpless kid, fail fast, end this embarrassment asap
Mine is telling me to make her finish first as when I will penetrate I won’t last longer. And when I am inside her when I feel the sensation first, It tells me that you won’t be able to control so rush to the climax.
My critic imagines the outcome of my partner telling everyone and then being seen as less of a man or an unworthy partner
Constantly worrying about how fast I will cum. The only thing that’s in my head during sex. Hesitant to start because of the fear of failure
Just my voice like a worm in my head
It’s me saying how bad its going to go
Myself
It’s a version of myself that is better than the real me. He tends to remind me that the things I struggle with, he does so much better.
Mine is scared. It sounds like a tiny, fearful child, that’s afraid of not being good enough. It sows seeds of doubt and fear, and confirms them with disgust.