I'm sorry to hear that airwolffan, but at the same time I am grateful for your warning. Sorry if that sounds selfish of me, don't take it like that, but only recently has the reality of my past actions began to set in and drive me to want to seriously push towards a change. I've been fighting this addiction since 2010, and whenever I would give up, the beast (what I call my addictive voice) would always take over and convince me that porn was okay, that it was all okay, that I was normal, that everyone uses porn. This delusion left unchecked, I began to take pride in my collection, starting from a mere 8 GB of downloaded tube site-quality stuff to nearly 11 TB of 1080p porn that I had pirated via torrent on a private tracker. I've spent over $800 dollars on external drives, $100 on live webcams, and over $100 on sex toys and lube. Not to mention all the time of my life I've wasted on this crap. Every summer vacation. Every day after school. Well into the night. Early in the morning on the weekends. And my beast thrives while deep down I suffer, the real me choking, gasping for air under the smothering darkness of sexual addiction. When the cp urges came to me they nearly doubled my suffering because now my mind saw society calling me a monster, a basement pedophile, even though no one knew my secret. Recently, as I have pushed the boundaries to the illegal it seems as if the world is abandoning me and I am a lost cause, merely another f****** disgusting pedo who needs to rot in jail for his sexual attractions, but I don't want to be that. I just want to be normal. I want to live a normal, happy life. Yet, my beast insists that this cannot happen unless I have more porn, more files, masturbation on a regular basis, unregulated sexual thoughts, no remorse, the desire for casual sex with anyone and everyone, etc.
I thank you and the others on this forum for supporting me through this. I will check out the book you mentioned, hoping it will continue my difficult push against this.