Less of a voice telling me i won’t get hard, more of the feeling and the overall dread and almost complete fear of even entering the situation. My self confidence has plummeted over the years without any repair, to the point I don’t even try to get women because I get anxious just considering the chase-knowing if I secure the bag it won’t mean anything because I won’t be able to please her because I’ll be limp dicked out.
My inner critic is my own voice, questioning whether or not I’ll get hard enough. If I don’t the message shifts to questioning what’s wrong with me, and pleading to just perform and wondering why I even bother trying for sex.
My inner critic is myself saying I don’t have all resources to move forward. Don’t know how to handle the situation. However, when thinking about the action, then the voice says go for it. Strange it is.
My inner critic starts questioning my ability to get a hard as soon as the prospect of sex arises. Once we begin, it pleads and pressures me - asking what is wrong with me and why it’s not working.
My inner critic has my voice and a whiny, anxious tone. It tells me I look ridiculous during sex or that I’m boring my partner or that I’m not going to stay hard or even that I’m not in the moment/not enjoying myself, which is kind of a vicious cycle - I can’t enjoy it if it’s whining at me the whole time!
Hours before the event, I’m more focused and thinking about the various things I’m looking forward to doing that is going to make her feel fantastic, knowing the payback is going to be equally glorious.
Right before the moment, the voice in my head (my own), starts saying, 'dude, you better bring your ‘big league’ game with your mouth cause your tongue and fingers are going to be doing the work that the rest of you should be doing. You’re way too small and limp to satisfy this woman, and even if you’re not, you won’t go long enough to get her where she wants to go with you.
During. It depends… If it’s starting good, my mind starts sabotaging me with “well this is going well, whats about to screw it up”?
My inner critic tells me I’m not going to able to get hard tonight and when you do your gonna lose it when you try and fuck her and everytime I get my underwear off I hear that ita gonna be soft and it is
My inner critic is weary. Resigned. Trying to blunt the disappointment but also seeing it as inevitable. It’s overprotective and feels wearing a suit of water: kinda awkward and weird. I imagine separating from it and seeing it the form of a water man. Hello - I think we might have been friends once. Maybe we still are.
my inner voice is like a sports coach behind my ear screaming its game day! lets go…dont eff this up and stay focused. that distraction puts me off majorly and makes me more conscious and takes me out of the moment
My inner critic is has my own voice. It is insidious and at strategic moments it voices a worry about my erection or something to distract me away from the situation so I lose it. Sometimes it uses overwhelming force to make over aware of everything around me instead of focusing on the sex.
Definitely older more masculine. Doesn’t so much yell at me as whispers negative things. Almost like those negative thoughts are comforting thoughts. Mean little bastard.
My inner critic oftentimes doesn’t have a voice, it’s more like an amalgamation of random thoughts. Sometimes it’s a direct statement about the situation, other times it’s a song I heard earlier in the day. Either way, it all distracts me from the present, and once my focus is diminished and my erection starts going down, the fight-or-flight takes over.
I feel like going into an exam you know you’re going to fail. You’re telling yourself why even bother. It’s no fun, nothing will happen and everyone will be sad at the end of it.
I already know how tense I am due to control and trust issues. So I spend most of my time during sex trying to convince myself that everything is okay I’m safe and this is what I want. But years of shame always interlude and I can feel myself going soft so it’s an immediate mode of acceptance and not something I can change. Normally the start of sex is great, feels great, but soon as an issue arises I’ll redirect my attention away from the sex. All of these things add up during the experience. So it’s a struggle to give the inner voice a personality due to how organically it appears.
I’m finding that my inner critic has my voice, but sometimes memories of previous erection failures pop into my head. When it’s my voice, I feel like my inner critic is highly inquisitive of everything - he poses questions like: what do I do now? What happens next? Is this ok, are they enjoying it? Am I turning them on? Am I trying too hard? But then other times I just get images in my head. Sometimes they’re normal memories of just hanging out with my family or friends, and other times I get images in my head of my previous sexual encounters where I had dysfunctional issues. I’ve always struggled with self confidence, and I think I need to give my inner critic a name so I can target it more effectively. I love how she said in the audio to spy on your inner critic for a while and learn how it operates. My inner critic is definitely my Achilles heel. Maybe I’ll call it Achilles.
My inner critic is my head. Once foreplay started i used to concentrate on my thing to check whether it’s getting hard, whether i can Last long it’s Erection, whether i can do penetrative sex. That anxious made me to lose the Erection and end up in not performing sex and meanwhile not enjoying the moment. Each time this failure get in to my mind before it starts which leads to anxiety and stress. And i lose my sensitivity too and whole body become numb. My thoughts help me to keep me in positive but it never helps.
My inner critic fills me with dread and then simple tells me I won’t stay hard.
I have a tough time separating the voice from myself, it really just seems like me. But I attribute some character to it to try and separate it from myself and my thoughts.
My inner critic is me. He’s got my voice, face, personality, but with an austere air to him. He’s essentially my other self, my inner personality, with whom I often converse, as myself. A figure both objective, distant, and yet also passionate, overwhelm-able and controlling.
My inner critic is typically along the lines of “I hope I can keep my erection” or “Am I hard enough.” I also try to focus on it too much instead of being in the moment. These thoughts often lead to me thinking about other worries or anxieties