Hi,
I am a 41-year-old virgin despite powerful sexual desire from ages 12 to 34. As a teenager I could get a rigid erection within five seconds of seeing a nude and I would have had sex with 80-year-old women if they had consented. I became addicted to my father's pornography, keeping it a fearful secret in the middle of the night (as a double life I was a brilliant scholar). I couldn't talk to the women in the videos. I had one older brother who was an unwanted pregnancy in 1966 then in 1983 converted to Christianity and we never talked about sex even though it was my biggest preoccupation. My father masturbates and never talked to me about sex either. I still live with my parents.
At 20 my testicle got twisted in the middle of the night and I couldn't figure out how to twist it back again. For years I was obsessed about tight trousers at work when the slight aches in my testicle were actually mental stress.
Around the same time I had a masturbation ejaculation freezer bag blockage accident – the semen spurted out violently and a powerful orgasm turned into massive panic attack – I thought I had damaged my plumbing and orgasms were never the same after that with the exception of wet dreams.
I wasn't able to talk to anyone about either issue. I wrote in code in my diary CS if RT not better by 31st Dec 1990 (Commit Suicide if Right Testicle etc.)
I joined a nudist club at 22 which helped me overcome being self-conscious about my genitals. Still in daily life I continued to mentally undress women that I saw.
At 25 after two nervous breakdowns I was diagnosed with anxiety. My female Buddhist psychologist said “sex therapist” when I made hypersexual verbalizations in therapy. My male psychiatrist and mother said not to. Eventually diagnosed bipolar disorder which I now realize I had since puberty at 14 when I was rejected by a girl I wanted to be with and fell into a deep depression.
My second psychiatrist seemed to encourage my sexual thoughts e.g. asking me if I wanted to have sex with three of his other patients. I was lucky I didn't see him when I was hypersexual. I asked him if I should see a sex therapist and he said he could do the therapy with me.
My current psychiatrist since 2004 is the best so far but only sees me from 15 minutes once a month (which I recommend to people in a way – longer appointments the doctor became my best friend) and we've never talked about sex. I'll definitely bring it up with him in the future.
Since 2004 I've donated $550 to the Rape Crisis Centre which reduced lust and stopped the mental undressing. I am a Theravadin Buddhist with the ideal of becoming a monk and never looking at pornography. I have had a problem of RSI phobia computer rage: being paralyzed e.g. wanting even to hit the Enter key for simple things like looking at the weather forecast. Yesterday I downloaded photos of cheerful female nudists. I can use the computer better now. I wonder if I was repressing wanting to look at porn on the computer.
I mostly have bipolar depression. I've been hospitalized three weeks altogether (15% of people with my illness commit suicide). I sleep 12 hours a day and I'm wondering if I go back to bed because that is where people have sex.
Do you think I should see a sex therapist? Or am I merely seeking excitement at having sexually liberated women listen to my hangups and manhood? I'm not sure why I want to go. Should I keep it all for my meditation and psychiatrist?
Thanks / dhammapal.