My inner critic is Keanu Reeves in Constantine. He sits on my shoulder like the devil in those old cartoons. He speaks in my voice, but he says negative things in a kind way. Like “Hopefully you don’t have erection problems.” Screw you Keanu, I don’t care if you are John Wick, I am going to kick your ass!
When I do get hard, my inner critic arises and just tells me “don’t fuck this up now. Now you should be able to have sex. Unless you lose ittttt” which of course makes me stressed and activates my sympathetic nervous system
My inner critic is me, calmly saying all the things I’m expecting to hear during sex and then the pit of dread comes over and kills me off.
The anxiety takes over and I can’t perform
My inner critic is me in my own head. It starts long before the encounter and usually involves my voice asking me if I’m going to be able to get hard enough to make sex last. I then worry about it all the way up to the encounter and sometimes there is issues and sometimes there isn’t. I don’t know why I’m worried about it because I know I am good in bed and am blessed but for some reason I can’t get my mind off of it
I think my inner critic sound like me. Maybe like my father. Disappointed and angry with myself.
I guess I am just lost in these thoughts almost most of the time. Not only my inner critic in a form of anxiety does not allow me to enjoy sex, but it also distracts me from my everyday life. From time to time, I criticise myself as being disabled. Thjs is difficult to coup with.
The voice is fearful and uncertain, it’s a shadow of me
To be fair I do feel like they are trying to help me. My inner critic sounds desperate and when I pictured them, they are naked. They feel very vulnerable and scared and they don’t want that for me.
I knew mine was called Lance. Now I’m picturing him as a little worm in the back of my head - he is still saying scary things but now I can see him as separate. He says I am not attracted to my partner and I need to think about other people to make it work with her.
My inner critics is me, it tells me, it’s better not to try as it would happen again and I will just embarrass myself
Now I’m feeling more pressure than ever cause I’ve been seen this girl that I like and we already had two chances to have sex
The first time we went to her house and I was just hoping it would work, I was overthinking it too much that I could feel the disconnection between my dick and I, it was like I didn’t feel it at all! the girl was clearly sending me signs for me to make the move, like we were spoon hugging watching a movie and she started to gently rub her ass on my dick and that just killed me! The frustration was too much as I could see that I wasn’t working!
I had to play like I was falling asleep as excuse
Now, the second time we had some foreplay from my part
We kissed, I touched her and still nothing! She tried to touch my dick but as soon as I felt her almost touching my dick I felt anxiety, embarrassment…
i told her to stop that it was better not to have sex I found an excuse
Now I’m just thinking if I should tell her what’s. Going on with me or not, I create all these scenarios in my head where I see how the conversation could go and that just gives me more anxiety
My inner critic is myself. He is saying you won’t be able to get it up and keep it up to please your girlfriend even though she’s begging you to fuck her and wants your dick. I feel less confident when i can’t get it to stay up and lose more confidence each time cause I feel less like a man.
Mine seems calm and excited but then I remember I should try to slow down, not cum so fast, and I lose it when I try so hard to hold back
Mine is a voice of doubt and always on the look out, “am I going to do a good job?”
Mine says there’s no point in even trying, you’re no good in bed, you can’t even get it up, you will be a disappointment. Sounds like Eyore the donkey.
My inner critic is more a internal fear of hurting my fiance cause she always thinks I’m not attracted to her when I go limp.
I think my inner critic is literally myself. It’s just like another version of me. But I think if I block it out, it just tries to physically stop me.
My inner critic starts hours before sex when I’m getting ready for a date with my partner. I think to myself, “Will I ruin this fun date if I can’t get it up?” And I start feeling so much anxiety. Especially if the night goes really well, because then I feel even more pressure to perform. My inner critic’s gotten so loud recently I feel I try to avoid all sexual encounters with my girlfriend for fear of disappointing her and disappointing myself.
My little critic is me. It’s not a loud voice. Just level toned and ready to call out what seems inevitable. “You’re going to go soft” “You can’t change positions or you’ll lose your erection” “You’re penis is too soft to put it in”
My inner critic is kind of always around at the moment - whenever I see a beautiful woman I can’t help but think that there’s no point even admiring her. Before sex I get nervous and perform certain rituals that I think will make me get hard later on. In the moment, my own voice in my head tells me I won’t be able to get it up, or I’m not hard enough, or I’m thinking about whether she’s enjoying herself, or I’m questioning whether I’m even turned on. The thoughts in my head at that time are entirely negative - if things start to go well I can forget about the thoughts but sometimes they intensify.
my inner critic is quiet and sneaks up/becomes more prominent right around the time of penetration
it tries telling me things about myself that aren’t true and makes me feel like i’m gonna fail