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The Search for Love and Acceptance
I stepped into the first SLAA meeting on September 16, 2010. This day means a lot to me because it was the beginning of my recovery. And it has so much emotional value to me because it was the day that I finally felt that I belonged somewhere. I have always felt that I was more…
My Life, The Train Wreck: How it was, what happened and how it is now
Dear Friends of SLAA (and anyone suffering addiction out there) My Life, The Train Wreck: How it was, what happened and how it is now. It’s very sad actually living the life of a sex addict. My life revolved around sex probably since I was between 8 and 10 years old after a traumatising molestation more…
Life is Changing – A Sex and Love Anorectic’s Story
Before coming into recovery, my life seemed headed nowhere. Sure, I had some grand plans involving the wonderful relationship(s) I would have that I can show off to others to get them to shut up, not that they ever said anything to me about my relationship status, which has been absolutely nil from the time more…
From the Edge of Insanity to the Refuge of Recovery
Similar to a lot of sex addicts out there, I was born into a dysfunctional family. My family was riddled by addictions, shame and sickness. Throughout her life my grandmother married several times. My paternal grandfather was an alcoholic and divorced my grandmother when my mom was 3 years old. My mother then met my more…
Progressive Addiction to Progressive Recovery
I started extramarital affairs about 7 years ago. When I started recovery, I realized that including extra massage services, my acting out started about 12 years ago. The start date isn’t as important as the fact that over the years my regularity, STD risk, and lies progressed to the point of being out of control. more…
Tough, Painful, Now Grateful.
The weeks before I joined SLAA were tough and painful. I was alternating between feelings of numbness, sadness, fear, exhaustion, frustration, cravings. I had finally come to the realisation that there was something very wrong in regards to my behaviour around sex and what I thought was love or romance. The list was long: Promiscuous more…
Recovery belongs to me – Recovery belongs to you
I remember sitting outside in the dark on September 19th 2010, waiting for my first meeting to start. I wasn’t sure if I was at the right place. The only thing I knew was the desperation for help. I also remembered the frantic call to my therapist and the feeling of isolation and loneliness. I more…
From the brink of destruction to happiness
My life began as normal as you can imagine. Born into a staunch Catholic family, I was the fourth of six children. My father was strict. Kneeling in prayer was a daily ritual for us and church was a must every Sunday. My religion was grounded in me from an early age and I was more…