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Grow Old With Me

I had to face the fact that in my marriage I didn’t know what intimacy without sex looked like. I was always seeking to create intimacy so I could get my wife to have sex with me. Just like I did with the girlfriends that preceded her. Our sexual encounters usually came out of the “connect with me and make me whole” syndrome. They created a false intimacy that soon evaporated, often leaving exposed the underlying emotions that made us feel like we had to be sexual with one another in the first place. And I was usually left with a craving for more….

By Anonymous|2025-01-13T12:35:57-06:00June 9, 2001|Comments Off

No More Excuses

I woke up this morning thanking God. Then I prayed this simple prayer: “God grant that I may love Thee always and follow Thy will. Do with me according to Thy will.” Then I did my daily readings. It wasn’t always that way. Today I’m enjoying over three years of sexual sobriety. But again, it wasn’t always that way….

By John C., Rochester, NY|2025-01-13T12:37:39-06:00March 13, 2001|Comments Off

Freedom from Lust

Thank you very much. It is beautiful to be with you. I have looked for this opportunity for some time and now it is here.

By Jesse L., Bozeman, MT|2025-01-15T14:14:08-06:00March 15, 2000|Comments Off

In Doing the Steps, I Saw My Part

I was born into a large extended family in eastern Canada. My father held down two jobs and operated a mixed farm with his father. My mother was young and overwhelmed with responsibility. When my father was home I would try to talk to him and do things with him but I had little or no success. I realize today he was trying to recapture some much needed sleep.

By Anonymous|2025-02-06T14:45:46-06:00December 23, 1999|Comments Off

After Steps 1 – 11, Step 12 Takes You

My name is Michael and I’m a sexaholic. It feels weird to say that in front of several hundred people. It’s not something we can be very proud about in front of the normal public, but it’s something I can say here with confidence that it won’t go beyond the doors. Back in 1940 or so it would be awfully strange to say to a crowd this size that you were an “alcoholic.” This is a very strange disease, and it has a lot of shame to it. What’s wonderful is to be able to be in a crowd this size and know that when I talk about how awkward I used to feel and how wonderful I feel now, there’s a bunch of people out there who know what I’m talking about.

By Michael J.|2025-02-06T14:47:06-06:00September 23, 1999|Comments Off

Trudging the Road of Happy Destiny

Every time we say—and it sounds contradictory, doesn’t it?—we are trudging the Road of Happy Destiny, trudging sounds like a burdensome sort of thing, and Happy Destiny a bit odd, too. And every time we say that, which is at every meeting, there’s a sort of a snicker, or you feel a heaviness, or there’s a bit of a smile as you say “trudging the Road of Happy Destiny.”

By Barry|2025-02-06T14:48:10-06:00June 30, 1999|Comments Off

A New Beginning

Let me begin with a clear and obvious announcement to you. I am sick. I am very sick. And I was terribly sick. Because of this illness I am with you in the great and wonderful, life-giving fellowship of SA. I’m delighted to be able to do this.

By Steve O.|2025-02-13T14:26:42-06:00September 11, 1998|Comments Off

Finding the Fellowship I Craved

During high school I was getting more and more confused. I would hitchhike and pick up men for sex in exchange for money to buy drugs or impress my friends. My “friends” were druggies. I was surprised that good looking girls would hang around me. I was an egomaniac with an inferiority complex.

By Steve T., Denver, CO|2025-02-13T14:27:31-06:00June 12, 1998|Comments Off

Only a Deluge of Grace Could Free Me

Fourteen years ago, on a Memorial Day weekend, I was finishing my third hour in a porno shop. I had spent the three-day weekend in almost total obsession. Finally someone entered my viewing booth for sexual contact.

By Anonymous|2025-02-13T14:29:03-06:00March 13, 1998|Comments Off

Becoming the Man He Wants Me to Be

As a shy and overweight teenager, I retreated into a secret world of masturbation. This covered feelings I couldn’t handle and made me feel good about myself. It was my first drug: medication through masturbation.

By Anonymous|2025-03-07T15:43:04-06:00September 6, 1997|Comments Off

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