No visuals, rather a feeling of dread and an increase in my heart rate.
It’s just me
An invisible, overwhelming force
It’s me.
An anxious little boy
A small scared me
A worried bundle of inadequacy. Is what I feel is looking at me.
It’s like the dementors in Harry Potter. This feeling of sickening dread / fog overpowers my mind. I’m terrified of not performing. And, when that terror arrives, I don’t stay hard
It’s a scared me
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A devil on my shoulder
Myself - rationalizing why it’s probably not going to go well
Telling me I can’t please my girlfriend of 2 years
Just a voice that thinks I can’t do it
It’s my own internal monologue. Starts with general warnings about potential softness (despite me having experience of being a little soft initially and still having great sex), anxious feeling in my belly, more shallow breathing, hyper awareness of my flavor penis creeping into dread.
It’s a voice that says your not good enough. Not sure of it’s visual presence possibly me a child
My inner critic stems from the first time my wife and I had sex. The first time might have been nerves, and I was unable to get it up. Subsequent times it was a head game where my mind tells my body that it needs to get it up, but it puts on an unnecessary amount of pressure to perform and I’m unable to use the tool I was able to use in my previous relationships. My inner critic would keep reminding my body that it needs to get it up and then it’s unable to.
Red, danger, warning alarm, not fuzzy
Comes up as a deep feeling that makes me want to quit
It was more of a feeling, like a dark looming intrusive presence that doubts and negates any hopeful thought I have
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Waiting to catch me out. You’re not gonna cum! Or you’ll cum too quick. You’re not fully hard
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