It tells me I can only take things so far sexually, to stop before I embarrass both myself and her. Go down on her, give her great time, but don’t even bother trying to have sex. That way she’ll enjoy herself and won’t be disappointed. She’ll brag about your skills rather than your inadequacies.
My inner critic says I should be more actively turned on by my partner and make her feel desired and desirable.
I get hard and penetrate and then all I can think about is that I must cum as quick as possible. And I mustn’t lose my erection before I do. But I know I will and then I do.
Like a bug in my head that keeps saying you can’t do this or don’t screw up
Demeaning, talks to me.like an idiot
I cannot personify it
I think because I believe my issues lie in porn, I am subconsciously not allowing myself to enjoy anything else before that problem is resolved first
My ineer critics it’s look like small me and it’s says u it will happened again u look you lose election
It’s a macho version of me expressing disappointment when I fail.
It’s a like a crazy anxious version of myself constantly trying to control me , my thoughts, priorities. He is screaming at me that nothing will work out and I have to work harder, so that I comply, stop having fun, run away
It’s like a worm in my head telling me I will eventually lose my erection and humiliate myself no matter what. That it’s not normal
It usually tells me right before I penetrate “it won’t stay hard” and he’s right like 90% of the time
voices yelling at me orbiting my head
its me
My ex and I standing to the side, repeating the same discouraging phrases at me. Some were my own thoughts, some were things previously said
It questions what I do, whether I am good enough? It reminds me of past failures or traumatic events such as when I couldn’t get hard on a ONS, and puts me under pressure to make sure that this doesn’t happen again
It questions why nothing works and thinking about when it used to work.
When it felt like my penis was trying to escape my body with just memories of sex but these days there’s just nothing there.
My voice reminding me of how much pressure I’m under. Asking questions that take me out of the present experience and make me doubt myself.
Its like a voice reminding me of how I cant get up or stay up and thoughts of each time I feel like I failed in the bedroom.
The voice of my inner critic hisses the most cutting, biting questions at me. It knows exactly how to needle my particular fears, which trigger spirals of inadequacy and disappointment. It plays with my body in unconscious ways, sometimes even producing an involuntary clammy cold sweat that disgusts my partner. It mocks my attempt and then shakes its head condescendingly when its prophecy of failure is fulfilled.