“I never knew what a sex addict was or that I was one until I offended. This term was not in my vocabulary of facts. It wasn’t until I checked into one of the local hospitals, did I become aware that such a term existed. Up to this point in my life, I thought I was normal. At the hospital, I was placed in their sex-addiction program, which at that time was made up of two people, me and another person. A horrendous amount of shame and guilt came over me when “sex addict” was first spoken. I had received a label of “SEX ADDICT”. We were grouped together with the alcoholics, drug addicts, overeaters, and suicidal people. People laughed when we said that we were sex addicts and made side remarks like “boy I wish I had that problem”. That dug deep into my soul, it hurt . . . people just don’t understand. I would exchange my addiction for any other type at any time. People seem more willing to come to the aid of people wanting to recover from other addictions but they shun sex addicts. We are like the lepers of old, condemned by society. Society is filled with sex addict, too many to counts. Look at all of the cars parked at the adult book stores, men’s clubs, bathhouses, at night at Memorial Park and the streets of Lower Westheimer. Most are either engaging or about to engage in some type of sexual activity that could lead them to end up like me. The only difference between them and me, right now, is that I got caught. My addiction took me to offend against another human being. I am now a sex offender and a sex addict. I am getting help now and with the proper treatment, I can control my compulsive sexual behaviors. “
This is just one of the many stories from the men in my sexual addiction program. Unfortunately, there are so many more.
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