Ever since I was a very young boy, I was sexually abused by all of the other boys in my large extended family. One of the earliest memories of my childhood was during the wartime era in my country. I remember waking up in my mother’s arms because of the sound of heavy explosions, which broke all our windows.
Just over a year ago on May 9, 2016, a Norwalk, California home group member Kent M. died. We remember Kent in light of our experience of his witness to recovery.
By the grace of God, the fourteenth anniversary of SA in Iran was celebrated in Yazd on 27 April 2017. Five hundred men and women gathered together in a beautiful venue and opened the event with the Serenity Prayer. Our chairman welcomed everyone and explained the plan for the day. Mohsen K. from Ahwaz then gave a talk on the history of SA in Iran.
What does it mean to be free of lust? Marie: Being free from lust means I can give instead of take. When I see a woman who looks tired or unhappy I acknowledge her by saying ‘Hello’ or giving her a true compliment. Seeing the change in her is a joy and I never have to lie again!
Hello, my name is Claire, I was created in the image of God, and I’m a recovering sexaholic. By the grace of God, my sobriety date is Wednesday, July 3rd, 2002. I have a sponsor and my sponsor has a sponsor.
Hello everyone! My friends in recovery! Thank God we still have emails… After I use WhatsApp so much, it’s as if one who doesn’t have it – isn’t around at all. Thank God it’s only my sick head ;-)
I attended my first SA meeting in June 2010. I was broken mentally. I had nowhere else to go. I had failed. I agreed with my counselor that I couldn’t stop using porn. When I attended my first meeting I did not feel judged or pressured by the members. There was no dogma, no form to sign.
I got married with only one week of sobriety in Sexaholics Anonymous. I had just started working with my sponsor, and he said that it might be a good idea to postpone the wedding until I had more sobriety and recovery—but he understood that it was shortly before the wedding and canceling would have been difficult.
Although I am not married, I have lived as if I were—not to any living breathing human being but to FEAR. Just as my addictions seemed to help me to cope with the dysfunctional world in which I grew up, Fear seemed to help me to manage and control my addictions.
A few years into my recovery I found myself periodically delving into some very negative emotions. These incidences were sometimes triggered by things like dealing with difficult people, having to make difficult decisions when there seemed to be no good options, and trying to cope with marital difficulties.
