It’s a creeping ball of doubt
Me but a weaker smaller me
Another me, like an echo telling me I’m failing everyone
Just no way you can get an erection
A really anxious version of myself latching on to any slight worry or distraction
My inner sounds like me and gives visuals of moments when I wasn’t able to perform
Mine is a general feeling of doubt. It’s not so much a voice as a thought of “can you really do that?”
General feelings of doubt creeping in on the lead up to sex, causing panic when sex starts
Remembering the times it didn’t go the way I hoped. Followed by anxiety that it’s just the way it is for me now and I’ll never be able to satisfy the way I want to be able to
It sounds like me, warning me of what’s to come, knowing I’ll fail
it has a glare, piercing eyes. it’s not exactly “me,” but it’s not another person either. shadow-self, maybe
My inner c feels like me from the past launching some old and unimportant statements about my sexual performance and sending them through time to make a point and by doing so holding on to himself in his self righteousness, dissatisfaction and rage.
It’s myself casting doubt on what the experience will be like. Using past poor Experiences as an almost clip show reel to prove the point
Doubts, lack of significant upside.
Doubts and lack of self confidence. Telling me any shortcomings are a conscious choice
My inner critic tells me I may not be able to satisfy her and what she’s thinking and how things can go wrong.
For me it’s voices of all past conversations I’ve had where I’ve failed
My inner critic didn’t have a form, but it was there telling me how sex would not be successful if I didn’t get hard and pleasure my partner.
More like a inner anxiety person
My inner critic was my own voice, it becomes heightened when I think about the person I’m having sex with rather than just sex as an act.