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Confessions of a SEX junkie

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Okay, okay...now take SEX out of the subject heading and replace it with "masochism", "self-destruction", or something else along those lines. You see, "Confessions of a self-destruction junkie" just doesn't have a snappy ring to it. Nor does it have that sensationalistic swagger. I needed to get you here to read what i wanted to say, and thus i needed a grabber for my subject heading. Sorry. Didn't mean to manipulate your limbic system or anything, but that's the way these things are done. But here you are! Bravo! And since you've already read this much, you might as well read the rest. 'Twon't be long...

After quite some time analyzing oneself, one can arrive at a few immutable truths. I've found out some things about me these last few weeks, and while i suppose i've always been aware of them on some level, realizing it in all it's logical lustre certainly gives one a new perspective on one's own psychology. I have noticed that i am, without doubt, a Destruction Junkie. Let me explain a little of what i mean...

For as long as i can remember i have wantonly craven the excesses of life. I have never been satisfied with just a little of anything. How do i express this without making it sound like a virtue?

I drink a lot. Like, really, quite a helluva lot. Ever since i was 19, i've drank excessively. And i don't mean "excessively" by the standards of medical doctors or a similarly stodgy perspective. I mean like if i was on a barge with some Irish sailors, they'd probably have an "intervention" to try to get me to slow down. I don't keep a flask at my work or anything (although now that i think of it, that doesn't sound like such a bad idea), and i don't drink "excessively" every night (although there is rarely a night that will go by when i won't indulge in an aperetif or two...or three). But when the weekends come around, i drink like Dean Martin at a Vegas strip club. I'm never satisfied with "getting drunk". I seem to want to achieve alcholic oblivion every time i go out, and often succeed in doing so. I've been sick this week, so i didn't go out last night, but even staying at home i managed to polish off a 1.5 litre bottle of wine. I went to bed at about 5:30, but then sprung out of bed at 10. It's like my body just says, "Oh what's the point in making him sick, he's just going to do the same thing tomorrow, might as well get an early start."

I guess that all sounds rather frightful. Strangely, i wouldn't consider myself an alcoholic. I don't NEED to drink. I just enjoy it a lot. But my point here isn't specific to drinking...it is the excess of it that i'm alluding to. Another example:

I gamble. Quite a bit. I've recently discovered the joyous world of online poker. I've blown a couple of grand over the span of a month. And it's strange too. It's not that i'm a bad player. I'm actually quite good. The problem is that if i win, i'll just gamble more and more money. There is no ceiling too high. I suspect that if i won a million dollars on a lottery ticket, i'd gamble to make it two million. It's absurd. I'm like Philip Seymour Hoffman in that Owning Mahoney movie. I'd reckon that throughout my life i've lost close to $50,000 gambling in some form or another. And yet, i wouldn't consider myself a gambling addict. I never spend more money then i can afford. I can go extraordinarily long periods without gambling. And I really could stop anytime i wanted to. Again, the problem is with the excess. It's almost like i WANT to lose, if that makes sense. If i'm up, i'll keep gambling until i lose.

Smoking. I don't smoke anymore, but i did for a long time, and let's face it, it truly is a ridiculously self-destructive habit.

Eating. I love food. Thankfully, i have a metabolism that works extra fast so i'm not yet obese. However, i'm not exactly washboard stomach man these days either. The thing is, i will gorge myself on food. I'll eat until i'm completely stuffed. Instead of eating dinner and feeling comfortably full, i'll order another round until i can't eat another bite, much like that guy in Monty Python's Meaning of Life.

Relationships. I am simply never satisfied. And it's so stupid because i should feel lucky to get just about any girl, let alone the fastidious standards i've set the bar at. Every relationship i enter into is doomed from the start because i will immediately go into sabotage mode, ultimately undermining any chance of happiness i could have had. It makes me want to weep when i think of the chances i've had in the past to really get intimate with a woman. I've had a few long term relationships but i sabotaged those as well, or i was just outright rejected.

Basically it's this: Any time things are going well in my life, it's like a part of me is looking for a way to make me fail. It makes so sense. If i'm drinking, i want to pass out. If i'm gambling, I want to lose. If i'm in a relationship, I want it to end badly. If things are going well in my life, if i've got a good job, enjoying my interests, etc. I will find a way to make things go wrong. Paint myself into a corner. It happens time and time again. It really does. And i just don't understand it.

I think this has a lot to do with my DP. I think it's caused by anxiety and this personality conflict. I guess part of me is somewhat relieved at all of this because to know that DP is based on a personality disorder, rather than something biological, i think gives us all a beacon of hope. We can change it if we really have the will to do so. But changing one's personality after decades of indoctrination, is damn near impossible. How is this done? And can any of you relate to any of this?

Thanks,

s.
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I'm really only responding to the first post. Thanks for messing with my mind and getting me to read on :wink:

I relate with your self-destructiveness. I also do it on a regular basis. I think I'm an extremely productive person. When I'm in a "good" phase, that means I work alot toward positive things. When I'm in a "bad" phase I'll work hard too, toward making it worse. Really, it may just be a problem of too much energy (kidding of course).

I'll drink every day for a month. I drink with the purpose of getting drunk (I posted in the "DP stories" board section a poem on this particular subject if you are interested). I switch kinds of alcohol alot. Sometimes I wine-binged, sometimes beer binge, and only when I go out do I hard-liquor binge, which only happens in really disconected-with-the-world times.

I also wouldn't consider myself an alcoholic. I will spend long stretches of time without drinking at all... during the "good" phases. Like everything else in my life, I shuffle from side to side. There is never a middle, just two extremes.

I often wonder which preceeds which. Does the feeling of disconnectedness come first, and thus lead me to alcohol. Or is it the other way around. I think the feeling comes first and I'm just looking for a way to block it.

If it's not alcohol it will be pot. Again, I'll spend days smoking all day, and then stop altogether, in regular intervals. Sometimes I wonder if bipolar doesn't really apply to me. Doctors have suggested it before, but I don't read myself in the description of all the symptoms. The only thing that really points to bipolar is the cycling aspect of my behavior. I've discovered more and more that I can't recall experiences from one phase when I'm in another. A weird form of amnesia.

There's also the food issue, but not in excess. When I decide to let that self-destructive aspect of myself come out, I can easily loose alot of weight, to the point that it is noticeable to others. I stop eating with the goal of destruction in mind. This always goes along with alcohol or pot. It's a very bad mix. That kind of food-control + alcohol only happens about once a year. Thankfully.

I really don't feel I am dependent to drugs or alcohol. I feel I'm incapable of feeling (again, refer to the poem I wrote). Like Sebastien said, the point seems to be to self-destruct. And the weird thing about it is that you are conscious of that goal. I drink, smoke, restrict my diet to numb out feeling. When you don't eat much you don't do much, you don't participate in life as you would. With alcohol or drugs you really disconnect. That is why I do it. I know it's awful for me but it's something that seems beyond my control. Since I'm not going to take meds for it, whatever it is, I'll have to figure other ways.

And then, when I'm not drinking or doing anything else bad to myself, I lead a normal life. I'd say my adulthood has been evenly divided between good and bad phases. Hard to classify someone as an addict when most of the time he/she has things under control, and does not think at all about numbing feelings out.

Nancy
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If you look at all the posts you can see that we are all there for each other right now. The question was would be there if needed, the answer is yes because one of our own who is suffering needed us and here we are and the posts are growing. I think that is beautiful. I think all of us here are very kind and caring people. I feel that I cannot cope with one more thing in life, I feel like all of you do , I am exhausted from all the pain and trying so hard only to find that each day is bringing more than what I feel I can handle, but for some reason I keep hanging in there in hope that someday we will see the rainbow.

In the last while I suffered the loss of a dad who did not want me, a family who did not want me. I stood in a funeral home saying goodbye to a father that could not care less how I suffered in life. I suffer like all of you with severe dp/dr, anorexia, many other physical illnessess and now just got told I have three spots on my liver. I am told I will be okay but you know I just say to myself how do I do this? How do I have the strength to keep up the fight? My answer, I come here and I see how hard everyone works at being well again and I say to myself never give up. Life is worth fighting for. Thank you to all of you for being here and helping each other everyday.

gem.

gem.
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Sorry to hear of the bad news about your liver Gem.
I do hope all will be ok.
In some weird way I'm almost glad that my parents died a long time ago so I don't have to go through the pain.Honestly I don't know how people do it.
Gem you sound so sweet but obviously there is a strong fighter inside of you.

Sorry to hear of others having a hard time lately,Wendy and Dreamer.
I don't know how to help but I can take you shopping,its my drug of choice,it's my pub.

Love Shelly
What an extraordinary post.

Patience. Yeah. I feel I can empathise with Sebastians plight. I have the patience of a crocodile in a cage. My boredom threshold is nil. Actually, it's in negative figures. Nothing holds my attention for more than ten seconds. Nothing.

I'm bored of boozing, chasing women (which, it seems, like Sebastian, it my sole program in life) and restless like I've got sand in my eyes. What can we do ? What should we do ? I dream of being able to lie on my bed with a head full of nothing, waiting for nothing, expection (or thinking I deserve) something.....
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Dreamer said:
Firstly, I find it fascinating how many MEN on this board ...
Just so you know, I am female....
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ashesinwinter said:
Dreamer said:
Firstly, I find it fascinating how many MEN on this board ...
Just so you know, I am female....
Didn't know that. :shock:
mrmole said:
ashesinwinter said:
Dreamer said:
Firstly, I find it fascinating how many MEN on this board ...
Just so you know, I am female....
Didn't know that. :shock:
Then this is REALLY gonna shock you...here is a snapshot of me coming out of the shower...

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Dreamer and Wendy, i'm sorry to hear you're both feeling especially down these days. I'd love to say something inspiring or helpful but i'm too drained right now to write much of anything. In any case, i'm positive you'll come around, as i'm sure you both are as well. It's amazing the resilience we all seem to have. We just keep bouncing back for more, stronger each time. I was in a very bad state a few weeks ago...just feeling incomporably depersonalized. Hard to explain really...how can there be degrees of something of which one either is or isn't. But there are. And it was really bad. And these days i'm feeling all right. Extremely busy but feeling quite real. You'll both be back in the ring in no time. In fact, you're probably already there.

Shelly, I think you're right on the money with the addictive-personality suggestion. I was cringing as i was reading that thinking..."Yeah, that's me. Okay. Right. That's me." etc. Anyway, thanks.

And thanks all who wrote and contributed. It's interaction like this that keeps us fighting this monstrosity instead of analyzing it in a vacuum, which is hugely dangerous.

I've just kind of realized that this post is quite lacking. I'm sorry, but i'm exhausted and i've got to do a seminar tomorrow and have no idea what i'm going to say. Ugh. It's time for bed.

gem said:
If you look at all the posts you can see that we are all there for each other right now. The question was would be there if needed, the answer is yes because one of our own who is suffering needed us and here we are and the posts are growing. I think that is beautiful. I think all of us here are very kind and caring people.
You said it, Gem...
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