My inner critic is my own voice, reminding me of all the times I failed and filling my head with thoughts of inadequacy. It does not care if I have proof otherwise, it tells me why is wrong. It feels like a hurricane that surrounds me with doubt and fear, and I am stuck in the eye, unable to escape its torrent of doubt.
My inner critic is really just my voice talking through my most anxious thoughts. It comes with a numbness that spreads across my body, trying to shut off any negative sensations, but also the positive ones.
My own voice , reminding me of past failures
Me, saying it’s not going to work out again.
An image in my head of last time I wasn’t able to perform
Me asking myself if tonight will be good or bad, planting the seed of doubt.
My inner critic is me
Will it work, stay working? If it doesnt, how will she feel? When will she get sick of waiting?
Me
Me but in a boring sense.
My inner critic is someone I aspire to be who has gone too far. It makes me feel bad for things I should be doing that I don’t do.
It was a whole-body sensation of dread and fear for the prompt that said I’d have sex tonight. For the one that said it was tomorrow, it was more of a murmuring concern or worry in the back of my mind.
My inner critic is an unforgiving version of me that acts like they know more. It can take the fun out of things when we’re not synced up (most of the time)
My inner critic is another version of myself, that I’ve named “Trouble”, because it always seems to get me in some kind of trouble, or troubling situation.
I have these same thoughts. And it’s quite hard to break the pattern. It’s nice to know I’m not alone and I hope you are able to challenge these thoughts.
It’s just a bunch of versions of me thinking of every negative scenario and why this will be the fate I deserve.
It’s just negative thoughts that aren’t true
It’s the voice in the back of my head saying is it going to work? Are you going to be able to get hard this time? She’s gonna tell everybody. I think there’s something wrong with you. All those thoughts pour through my head when I’m about to hook up with someone.
Guilt, shame, no expectation of anything good to happen. Knowing I’ll fall short of my hopes for sex. That feeling of going limp just before I put it in. There’s no one visual entity, just a collection of negative thoughts and past experiences
Rain