The inner coach is like figure in white light, almost like a Jesus like figure. The inner critic is a dark silhouette. The inner critic said, “what if you can’t get it up?” The inner coach said, “you don’t need to have preventative sex to have a good time.” The inner critic said, " yes, but we all know you want to have “real sex”." The inner coach said, “you can’t force good sex. It will happen when it’s right, and if not, that’s ok.”
My inner critic has always been an overly concerned, angry phantom of myself constantly screaming at me to get hard at a moment’s notice. But my inner coach… was funny. He was this joyful, hilarious wingman telling me that things are already going well. I’m still kind of laughing at some of the things he said, but it was relaxing. I was able to focus on the sexual images I had and ignore the critic completely.
Inner critic- constantly thinking about if I’ll get hard and stay hard, telling me I’ve failed many times before.
Inner coach - you know you can do this, when you relax and enjoy your sexual encounters I’ve stayed hard before and had a lot of fun. Why worry now? It’s worked so many times before that this isn’t any different, Relax and enjoy the touch
My inner coach is very active, motivational, and shuts down the inner critic. While the inner coach gets bigger, the critic gets smaller without any arguments left
That was really tough. I can my heartbeat racing the moment I thought about having sex this weekend. When I focused on my shoulders they felt shivery. Finding my inner coach was helpful. But I still don’t fully believe what it has to say. I almost have a tear in my eye.
The critic does just that, extenuating failure and any efforts that do not yield perfect results. The coach overcame the critic by accentuating progress and working efforts towards constant improvement.
My inner critic is a compilation of criticisms over the years calling me out for not doing things right or performing well enough.
My inner coach believes in me and knows I can do a great job at anything I put my effort into.
Inner critic says: “You are not good enough.”
Coach says: “You can do anything.”
My coach is a big strong guy looks just like me with a raging hard on… literally punching the inner critic in the face for doubting us
Inner critics says “go get hard, go get hard, then it turns out I can you get hard followed by you can’t get hard”. Coach says “take your time enjoy it, she’s look forward to it she wants your hard penis…go have a great time”.
My inner critic comes from below me, and my coach comes from somewhere above me. When I hear my coach he reassures me and I’m excited to hear him more
Inner coach feels more like one of my high school teachers who recognized I was gifted and took time to pour in wisdom, knowledge, and encouragement. My inner critic feels more like one of my classmates who made fun of me for being nerdy and smart.
My coach knows that I’m capable of achieving the fulfilling (sex) life I want and non-judgingly reminds me what I need to work to make this better - “Don’t touch yourself idly. Find something else to do when you find yourself doing that or reaching for your phone. Focus on the sensuality of the limited amount of porn you consume and don’t use it as a tool to orgasm; that cheats yourself and your partner out of enjoying sex fully.”
My critic tries to keep me complacent, and then tries to drag me down into despair when things don’t go well because I haven’t done any work or at least haven’t internalized the lessons.
My inner critic is a serious and annoying guy. My coach is a funny and positive guy with curly hairs and positive attitude he totally believes in me, no matter what. He wohnt give up. I just met him and he will never leave.
Inner critic said “you’re not gonna enjoy it and she won’t either”.
Inner coach has a warm female voice, like my therapist. She said “that’s not true. Sex is good and you both will enjoy it. Just relax”
Inner critic replies “you fucked already a few times” to which, the inner coach replied “everyone has a few miss Hits. The past is passed. Just move on and don’t worry”
Just myself in a cartoon form
Critic: you’re going to fail, you’re going to disappoint them again.
Coach: back in your box mate, they are going to have fun and will enjoy themselves!
Felt empowered, an inner strength lifting me up.
My inner critic sat in a chair and told me that I couldn’t or can’t focused on the negative. My coach stood up and confronted them. They said they would work through and help me stay positive and yes I could do it.
My inner critic is the younger version of me that suffered embarrassment and fear the first time ED happened. He tries to warn me of possible disaster before and during sex. He’s trying to help, but isn’t useful now.
My inner coach is a wiser, older, kinder version of me, gently correcting my younger self with evidence of success and minimizing the impact of any less-than-perfect moments.
I’ve never written in these. But this one…. Wow. I imagined a tug of war with a dark inner critic syth verse a white clad suoer hero jedi style.
I actually got emotional when she said well done you did it. Like I suddenly got back up.
Inner critic and coach are both my voice - one telling me I won’t get and stay hard, the other combating this saying not to worry, you will (with logic attached). The critic doesn’t use logic, rather tells me matter of factly the issues that will arise. The coach, still stern, yet gentler assures me that there is nothing to worry about.
My inner critic is a younger more childish me. Arguing to keep me “Safe” and to go by the rules of life.
My coach is an older wiser version which keeps saying it’s ok to make mistakes, love out of the rules because that’s how you learn and get better