It’s a wriggly uneasy feelings, I feel it whenever I’m nervous and it tells me what I used to tell myself, im not good enough, and I don’t deserve this
A deranged pessimist.
it’s me, just the version of me that is weak, afraid, and hateful of myself. I am not that person and will not listen to them any longer.
Myself
It’s my ex
Emptiness and lack of joy when thinking about sex. A lack of arousal, coupled with a lack of drive.
It’s just myself telling me I can’t or won’t be able to do what I want
My inner critic is just myself telling me this isn’t going to work, you’re a failure, just give up
I just can’t stop thinking of how embarrassing it is and how hurtful it is to herself. We used to have an amazing time together and I keep letting her down
My inner critic is just my voice in my head telling me that I’m not going to be able to perform, that my erections have gotten weaker with age and that I should wait to have sex until I’m really really sure that I’ll be hard and able to perform to the level I want
A better unrealistic version of myself
My inner critic is me and my past experiences speaking to and appearing visually in front of me. My inner critic is my own voice telling me that I’m gonna make a mistake and embarrass myself or I’m going to end up doing everything wrong and not efficient enough.
It’s a voice attached to the memories of all the other times it didn’t work, when I couldn’t get it up
My inner critic is my voice telling me what if/that I am not good enough. Are they even having fun? What if they are thinking about me not having an erection right now? I wonder how long it will be until I go soft.
It’s me saying that if I fail to please her it’s only going to re affirm that I can’t do this
My inner critic resembles that of a deep deep void. A nothingness. It’s not dark, it’s not light or loud. It’s nothing. A numbing impending feeling of being nothing.
I’m not even sure. It resembles nothing.
I connected with the message of it sounding like my own voice. I can’t distinguish it from other thoughts
It’s mostly myself, talking to myself. I’m watching a screen of all the times I’ve failed (sexually and not sexually) and it’s me explaining that I just continue to fail. And through all the efforts I’ve still always failed.
My inner critic resembles a part of me that doubts my abilities. Tries to make me run and hide