My inner critic is subtle. It just always asks a question ‘are you sure you can get it up’. It never imposes. Once it asks that question I actually never get it up when I’m with a woman
It made me feel like my inner critic is slimy and gooey like quick sand that sneaks up on you and slowly pulls me down. A younger version of myself that I am growing out of
My inner critic looks just like me. Today he wears Jeans and a T-shirt No hat. The face feels shapeless because I think I am looking through his eyes.
It made me feel angry and kept me still
He feels afraid, and that makes me afraid as well
He also feels desperate sometimes, like hoping for the best that things go well
An afraid, young, version of me
A darker side of me but fully negative
A younger disappointed me, disappointed in my sexual performance in comparison to when I was younger
It feels like a flood that is slowly raising but it will cover everything eventually
A sort of oppression in my chest, a feeling of insecurity
Feeling: worry, anxiety, thinking about how other people might dislike me or how I might fail someone so then they abandon me/leave me.
They don’t really have a voice, per se. It’s more of a feeling. A deeper anxiety/worry that takes me out of the moment.
Felt like I wasn’t enough, that I am failing myself and that I need to do better. Just difficult to motivate myself to do anything though
My inner critic looks and sounds just like me. This makes it hard to discern it as a critic and not just my reality.
Considering I’ve been diagnosed with perfectionism OCD, my inner critics is typically an extremely strict and cruel version of myself
My inner critic is myself constantly questioning my ability, intellect, and sexual abilities. It is my teenage self trying to be the best. My first sexual experience, my struggle in the classroom. I developed this self criticism that has a voice and is very loud.
My inner critic is black and white, and had accepted failure. This produces feelings of anger and frustration which immediately take me out of the moment
My inner critic is like a goblin, that sidles up to you, always wet, always small, always scared, to remind you that you are going to get in trouble or you’re going to upset someone.
My inner critic is my father.his uncontrolled rage at the world - and towards me. It’s ugly, scary, and dominating.
He is me but more aggressive and not sympathetic whatsoever