7 years since porn.
I’m not here to convince you that porn is wrong.
There are far better blog posts and resources out there that will do a better job than I ever could.
This is not the blog post where I share the fullness of how sexual abuse and indecent exposure at a young age got me addicted by 11.
That’s not my intention.
But if you plan on reading on, I will tell you about some things I’ve learned since I stopped watching porn, 7 years ago. All from the perspective of a young black christian man.
A short summary of my addiction
It started before I was a teenager.
I had viewed it by the age of 5, whilst staying over at a family friend’s house. The individuals meant to be watching and caring for me watched it in front of me casually, not caring for the child in their midst. The older boy later sexually abused me.
I can still remember bits of the scene.
After that, you may say something in me was awakened. If a sex scene came up in a movie, I would rewind it and view it again, loving what I saw. Once I found out porn could be viewed online for free, I watched it every moment I got. Once my secondary school friends explained to me the ‘joys’ of masturbation, I was completely addicted. I knew it was wrong…
