Therapy and healing

Wrinkled fingers, missed school or work meetings…

‘When was the last time I ate something?’

Is it possible your masturbation has got out of hand?

Fact: Women get horny. Some struggle with overstimulation and are seeking necessary resources. This post is about healing and recovery.

It seems to me, there is an innocent, carnal need in every woman to welcome her child into the world, so let’s start there.

Every month since adolescence you have felt a familiar yearning, your mind and body growing sick with desire. You see a man you know, and look at him differently. Yesterday he was the friendly neighbor or delivery man. Today, he notices you, and you feel him under your skirt. Suddenly, without him overpowering you, entering you, and filling you, it feels as though you will die.

Imagine if he knew your thoughts? That you want to be under him. That you can already feel him opening you. You must at least give him a hint, and you flip your hair back. He smiles at you. You smile back. He says something dumb. If he reached into your panties, he would feel a hot mess ready for anything he desires.

I am not here to have sex with you. I just want you to know I understand.

I am married with my own family. 48 dad of two wonderful boys. Reputation to protect.

I am here to be a good neighbor.

A young woman I know had found that she had evolved the natural yearning for motherhood into a series of habits and life choices that were troubling. As an older, trusted spiritual mentor, she came to me for help with this sensitive problem.

After hemming and hawing, she finally disclosed her issue. She was consumed by lust, and would regularly spend a large portion of her day masturbating and chatting with others online, who were also shared her condition.

She showed me the collection of racy selfies on her phone. She showed me filthy conversations.

Then came the kicker.

She sought my mentorship specifically to explain her condition and show me her photos, because she couldn’t stand it anymore. She needed me to know I was the subject of her persistent carnal fantasies.

Every man she chats with is just a proxy for me. Every orgasm is me, throbbing inside her, filling her with my seed.

She is 30 years my junior. A beautiful young woman. My wife and I are close friends with her parents. We met at church and are all faithful believers in our savior Jesus Christ.

She looked up at me, eyes pleading, welling with emotion. I gave her a hug. As I held her I realized what I was doing was probably counterproductive. I could not realistically reciprocate her desires, and she knew that.

I coached her through her difficult situation using faith and scripture.

We both promised to keep our meditation session secret.

Since then, I have been approached by other women of all ages who share her affliction or a similar one. Through compassion, tenderness, and caring, I have been able to help these women, and have come to discover the problem has reached epidemic proportions. I could not have fathomed something like “goon culture.” Call me old fashioned.

There is more to life than addiction to vain distractions and meaningless connections with random strangers.

If you agree, let’s discuss.