My inner critic is an anxious wreck like myself but bunched up in a ball in the corner of the room wearing a beanie, jeans and a jacket.i never saw him as a bad person, just not able to see the positive side of a situation. He is me but less of me. I always thought of him as this beast who was telling me what i can and cant do but in the end he is scared, like me. This is a new outlook and that guy needs to either leave or help
My inner critic is in my voice. It feels invisible tucked away in my brain somewhere ready to overpower my thinking with negative thoughts
He gnarly little fella. Not exactly present. More like swooshing around in my head. Almost like he is looking over my shoulder when it’s about to happen. It feels almost like he is laughing when it’s - once again - not going according to plan.
Then he disappears and more voices of judgment take over. Like in the off, far away. “Well, not exactly a surprise, is it?” “And here we go again.
He is mean, he constantly compares me to other people my partner has been with.
Self Doubts
It’s a drill sergeant, yelling at me, telling me I need to perform and berating me when I don’t. It forces me into a state of self-sabotage, and my confidence plummets. It’s over before I even had a chance.
Are you going to get it up? She’s kissing you and you still don’t feel anything! What’s wrong with you? Stuff like that. It kills my urge right away!
My inner voice is a scientist comparing my sexual performance to perfection, whether it be porn stars, the “average” or what is expected of me.
To the surprise of no one, whatever I am doing is not good enough.
Very bad on me. Pointing out negative issues like inability to get an erection when sexual stimulated. I used to get hard looking at a picture of a naked woman. Now, my erections only happen with direct stimulation.
My inner critic doesn’t have a voice, it’s just my mind telling me is it going to stay erect this time. Will my performance be good enough? Is my size going to be a problem…
Inner critic exists
It’s saying I will not ejaculate and they’re going to leave you if you can’t maintain an erection
Either a Violet screaming voice that has so much malice it feels like a chainsaw or a big drill like pain in my chest or it can be a subtle voice that sounds gently mischievous speaking what sounds like truth that one believes hence the feeling of a knife slowly being pushed into my chest slowly causing more and more pain with each false truth I believe
It’s an inclination to just go with the flow and not make a decision. If there is any thing that vaguely suggests a potential decision should go a particular way, it has its way.
My inner critic started the night of my wedding me and my wife had never been intimate with each other and there was a dispute over silliness and my mother text me some very negative messages at the same time my new wife was complaining about her to me and all of those things had a field day in my head the enemy won the battle that night but I won’t let it win the war I have a right to be happy with my wife and experience all of the joy of a beautiful sexual relationship with her and I am determined to do all I can to achieve this goal
My inner critic is the thought that I’m not gonna be able to to stay hard enough or be hard. I know I can do other stuff but as soon as I go to do it i just hear this voice that is like your not gonna be able to or that it’s not gonna work.
Hours before sex it’s my own voice thinking of the situation, rather than enjoying the moment. My inner critics does have a voice, it tells me it won’t go up, then when it’s time it screams to get up get up but it makes it worse.
My inner critic is like myself talking, almost like a worm, that wont shut up when i need it too, it constantly tells me the opposite of what im feeling or doing or even of what i was originally thinking, it can just throw everything off the table and put what it wants in my head instead of what im actually thinking, feeling, or doing.
Just internal me having what sounds like a rational conversation about how it won’t work. That I’m too in my own head. That I’ve fucked it this time, too late, just push through it and try again next time.
I’m not sure about my inner critic. I think they have my voice but it’s often just memories that start popping up and then a sense of sadness and dread and numbness.