My inner critic is me telling my self to hurry and get straight to intercourse or else … I’ll get soft.
It just kept telling me “don’t fuck this up” over and over.
My inner critic is me, just more aggressive and blunt. Nothing is ever good enough for the inner me. He ramps up in the moment and pressures me to get hard. He chants it over and over and over. He’s worried that she’s noticing I’m not hard and judging me for it. He’s a more destructive version of me that’s concerned about appearances
It just sort of pops up in the form of a question every now and then: am I doing this wrong? Will I be able to get hard? Is she enjoying this? How will she react if I can’t get hard? Etc etc
I can be confident that my body and dick can do the job needed because it has in the past. I am confident I can get my manhood back. Not confident enough I can stay hard. My inner critic is a little worm with a vocie similar to mine just talking loudly. He stands behind my eyes and if I don’t feel something right away he screams.
This is gonna sound nerdy, but I immediately thought of the spell, riddikulus in Harry Potter. My inner critic is me. The me that has shame and guilt and fear. But I think giving it a form will help
I believe it’s my own voice
My inner critic is me dressed in all black standing over my shoulder and telling me negative thoughts
My inner critic is both myself and my ex partner. Generally uttering the same negative sentiments on a loop.
First the inner critic says I won’t get hard. Then it says “you’re going to get her pregnant. It’s going to cost you a lot of money.”
Dang. Sounds like me at first, but then my dad with the money stuff.
Honestly I’m having trouble identifying my inner critic and I wonder if it’s because I’m so self critical that those thoughts just naturally blend in with the rest of my thoughts.
Its my own voice, a direct reflection of myself. Hours before, I don’t even hear the words, it just kicks in and makes me feel all the shit. Even during, it’s constantly keeping my head and brain away from the relaxing and the pleasure, and it’s happened so much I’m simply used to it. I end up just trying to numb myself the whole time and keep pushing forward, because it’s happened so many times.
What I did find though is a feeling I did not expect at the end of this audio clip. A release and relaxation I hadn’t felt before, to the point where I just started laughing out of joy. Because I feel myself actually facing these things.
I notice my inner critic is a version of myself, wearing different clothes, slightly to me right. it speaks in my voice and is resigned and firm, what it says is matter of fact and spoken like it’s fact.
My inner critic is in my best interest, but the thoughts over take him, raining and putting clouds on his flowers, flooding him. As each day passes he thinks about it more and more, what will I do next time to not let this happen again. But as the time arises I have no answer, he wins. I can’t be hard, I love my partner and to be honest, I don’t know what I’m scared about, she has no need to have sex, she loves me. We don’t need to have sex to have fun, but I feel like it’s a duty, when I’m about to put on condom I get soft, it ruins my erection, I’m young and get them all day long, but when’s it’s time I’m not there to put in a show, I feel like once I’m in her, I will be good. But I tried before but I was to soft to go inside, so that killed my anxiety, I wanna talk to her about it but I don’t know.
My inner critic is past trauma from cheating ex girlfriend. The feeling of not being good enough to keep someone around.
Voice in my head that tells that I won’t accomplish what I came to do. The harder I try the louder the voice.
Its my own thoughts in my head that express negative emotions about sex leading up to the event and in some cases putting me off even having sex
I will be more focused whether I am hard enough and keep self doubting
It’s me talking to myself, like a whisper really, usually making me doubt if my size is too small to satisfy her. I know I’m average, she tells me it feels good, i see she feels it but i doubt if that’s for real if that’s true, cause i feel him inside of her and he feels sometimes too small, or too soft to feel him in there.
My inner critic is just my voice…. Which makes it seem reasonable