I cant actually pinpoint if my inner critic has a voice. Sometimes I feel it does. Sometimes it doesn’t
My inner critic takes place constantly.
If we haven’t had sec ina few days, it tells me I should prepare for sex.
Maybe masturbate so I don’t finish too early the night before. Or stop watching porn for a few weeks so I’m easily arroyases and not having grand expectations.
Then it stops me intimating when I want to or a perfect times, until my girfriend initiates it and I’m like, get hard man, stay hard, I’m using SO many past sexual experiences to stimulate myself to achieve and MAINTAIN an erection that the pressure is mounted.
If I get an erection I’m delighted but judging myself on how long will this last, I’m forced the foreplay to end at the point I get an erection to make sure I don’t loose it.
It ruins the natural flow and the pressure is too much.
I don’t hear my inner critic, but I feel a numbness in my groin when I’m trying to focus on sex.
My inner critic tells me it’s not gonna work keeps repeating it to the king that my heart feels weird I either don’t get hard at all or go limp as soon as the wife takes her pants off
It’s my own voice.
It’s an observer, pointing out the facts and relating them to past experiences.
It’s not angry, more tired than anything. Like reminding me of this stuff is exhausting.
It’s not so much ann inner critic as just my own voice who remembers certain experiences in my past
I’ve never felt or heard an inner critic in my life. I’m not sure I understand what the program refers to. But I can analyse myself and I think my critic is the good boy. Must follow the rules, put others first, settle down and be monogamous. Don’t have fun. You’ll just break someone’s heart again.
Similar to how my thoughts work normally, maybe an ill-defined voice similar to my own in my head
My inner critic has my own voice. He fills my stomach with knots and ruins my appetite. I start to sweat in my private areas and this waive of uneasy settles in and refuses to leave my body. At this moment I feel helpless and have no confidence that I am going to be able to perform.
My inner critic is myself convincing me that i am not ready to have sex and that i am too scared to have sex, i am ready to have sex but because of my anxiety i cant get hard.
It’s always telling me ur not going to work it’s not going to happen . And then I’m done . Anxiety kicks in full affect .
My inner critic appears throughout the day when I think about how badly I want to be able to have normal sex with my woman again. I had one time where I was really stressed and couldn’t get hard right away and ever since then I’ve just been stuck in my head about it. My inner critic is me standing behind me a few feet away, saying, oh god, not this again I really hope I don’t lose my erection or I can’t fuck her good enough. am I going to lose her now because of this? And then at the same time I’m screaming at myself to shut up and stop thinking so hard about this and just enjoy it.
My inner critic sends me flashbacks of moments when I feel like I dissapointed women. From freshman year college specifically. It tells me “I knew this would happen”, makes me feel like I’m letting this woman down, makes me question if I’m gay. Makes me feel weak. Makes me just want to curl up and be alone. Like a building anxiety and in my chest, heart racing, I get cold and clammy,a feeling of helplessness and a spiraling of negative thoughts.
No inner critic voice for me. I have overwhelming anxiety that I can feel creeping in, then I start to panic as I’m loosing the erection, at that point, game over, my brain feels totally disconnected to sex at that point.
I guess it’s just me being in my head and thinking and being preoccupied about staying hard and performing than just being in the moment and the sensations!
My inner critic isn’t a voice, it’s a feeling of dread. It’s the feeling, which feels like 100% certain knowledge, that I’m trying to start at something that I don’t want to do and won’t enjoy. It doesn’t tell me I’m going to fail and waste 20 minutes, but it creates a powerful feeling of that within me.
They are a shade of myself. They have my voice and aren’t shouting or whispering, in the middle but are quite negative. They are more inside of me than outside but I am not sure what they’d be wearing.
It’s just s certain feeling I’ll go limp. And I started fixating on it. And how it will makenmy partner feel. I don’t want them to feel neglected or unsexy. I care about them. And I want them to feel that through physical connection.
My inner critic is myself telling me to keep focusing on the actual event going to happen and try to do something and not disappoint
it tells me that i won’t get hard in the first place