Sorry about the megillah, but it was time. And it took up my alloted 1.5 hours on the forum for the day!
I know you are sincere, Jack, and that you mean what you say, and I love you for it. Your concern is a lesson for me. I know that what your heart tells you is plain good sense and yashrus! But there is another perspective. One borne out of pain and a hard-road travelled. And I see it as derech Hashem al taharas haKodesh - for me.
I
am aware of the Sha'arei Kedusha who writes that one of the greatest obstacles people have to really succeeding at avodas Hashem and teshuvah is their lack of faith in their own innate beauty and greatness. I was raised in yeshivah on 'Slabodka' food, more than 'Navardok' food, too, so I am no stranger to the school of 'Tif'eres ho'Odom' and of the great value that focus has in healthy personality development and avodas Hashem. I have read a good bit of Rav Twerski's writing and feel I understand his reasons for being focused on self-esteem as a goal for people with difficulties. OK.
I have come to the conclusion that all that is very, very nice. Gorgeous, actually, and I love it. Sadly, it does not help
me (and others I have come to know well) to
live right, and I have come to see why.
I discovered that while other frum yidden
can look at porn occasionally, watch suggestive TV occasionally and even masturbate occasionally, I cannot successfully get away with doing those things. I have met frum yidden, and lh' goyim, who can even be unfaithful to their wives - yet it does not become a pattern and does not make living impossible for them (unless the
guilt is driving them crazy, but that is not what I am talking about, at all). Many of them get over it and move on, often living quite well and not returning to their aveiro. They have tayvo. So do many of us. Sadly, they gave in. Nu. These are normal yidden. The kind in all the sforim who need to do teshuvah. It's what a nig chunk of yiddishkeit is all about.
But I am not that way. Sex and lust-related fun becomes a pattern with me, the struggle against my desire to do it becomes an epic and romantic obsession of religious proportions, eventually taking over my mind and my life. For whatever reason, I cannot just do those things once in a while - I try it and I
need it. And apparently, I keep needing it even more, even after running away from it for a long time. That is a good bit of what I mean by, "I am sick". I am primarily sick in that I cannot 'lust like a gentleman'. Just as the alkies discovered they cannot 'drink like a gentleman'. Same problem.
To you, that may sound like a 'madreigah'. Some may say that it is a sign that I possess a 'higher soul' that cannot tolerate such things. I do not see it that way, because while my nature leads me deeper into what I feel is kedusha and awesome ecstatic connection to avodas Hashem at times, it has a flipside: it is why I end up acting out my lust. All the ecstatic connection to Hashem and His Torah that I could muster did not fill me up. I had a hole in my pocket, apparently....
When Rav Dessler wrote about how running after earthly desires is our way of trying to fill up a spiritual hole in us - he was talking about
normal people. And thank-G-d for that, for 90% of us are normal! But I tried very hard to do just that, and it did not work at all. All the Tikkun Klalis, mikvah, learning, chassidus, and going to tzaddikim that I could engage in had no traction in the end. I'd return to my old standby of fantasy, sex with myself, and searching for satisfaction, eventually.
What was the hole in my pocket that leaked out all the 'Kedusha' I was getting as fast as I could shovel it in, I wondered?
And though it is related in some general way, this is
not what the Ramban is referring to in the beginning of Parshas Kedoshim where he writes that giving in to tayvoh creates more tayvoh until a person discovers that he is doing things he'd never imagine he'd ever view as acceptable. What I am talking about is a pattern that proved itself beyond the highs and lows of the katnus of normal life. It was over decades. Marriage ('pas be'saloh') made it much,
much worse. My behavior eventually revealed to me a dependence on sex and lust as a sort of 'inner currency' to rely on for peace of mind. For what feels like
my survival. I can do a real good teshuvah and be
omeid in nisyonos that 'proved' how far I have come into 'teshuvah gemurah' per the RMb"M in hilchos Teshuvah...only to fall a few months or a year later and return to the exact pattern of tolerance, obsession, acting out, and withdrawal. And it progresses over a lifetime inexorably lower and lower, until it becomes intolerable. At least that is the way it happenned for me - and for practically every addict I have met, frum, Jewish, or not. Eerily, it is the identical seder that the AAs and heroin addicts describe in their own torrid stories.
Were I a person like others (I call them non-addicts, but prefer "normal"), I
really believe that if you (and enough other people) would hug me enough and smile at me enough, I might finally accept that I don't
need the lust anymore. Some well-meaning people have told me and other addicts, "it's all because you think xy, or z", or because "you don't do a, b, or c." And often, they seem so sure of themselves.
People seem to understand me pretty well, you know.
Where were all of these chachomim when I was masturbating in the peep shows? Everyone means well. But until you wake up in the gutter holding your tehiilim/Mesilas Yeshorim/Tanya
again, you don't know what it's like.
I am not here to share for the sake of those who can use tools (even the Torah) to keep out of trouble. I am primarily here for those who have come to see - it has been proven to them beyond a doubt - that they are completely hopeless and they cannot make it.
Unfortunately, there have been many who have followed the same path as mine, gotten better - and then cocluded that they've 'got it', now! That they must be 'recovered'! They usually get destroyed. That is not a threat or a warning, I have no reason to do that, for I sincerely believe that there are some people who really
do get
healed and really
do recover. But I have met more who do not, and I love people (and their families) like you do.
I would rather appear like I am trashing the party-line that the masses (not you) consider "avodas Hashem" (Torah
must work for you!)- yet save a few families from the torture I have known.
Halevai the chachomim out there can save them all. But it is not happenning.
Well, I am not a chochom. I am beaten, that's all.
Leiv nishbar v'nidkeh Elokim lo sivzeh. For me, the admission that I am broken and cannot beat lust was - and
still is - the wellspring of my
leiv nishbar. And Hashem loves a broken heart more than anything else in the whole world, the Kotzker said. Sure, with mussar and chassidus I have other sources for knowing Hashem besides my personal experience through tragic and pathetic failure. But I know that if I ever get shaky and 'wonder' who is really Boss...I can pull out my first step and read it. That is why I still got to meetings - so I do not forget who I am. An
Ud mutzal mei'eish.
The day I have 'the answer' and can keep
myself sober, I'll let people know it! But it is plain to me that
Hashem - not Dov - keeps me sober
because I let Him. So big woop. I am not a suicidal moron. For that I deserve credit?
I think not.
And is this a bad attitude? Does it lead me to depression? No. Does it embitter my relations with others? No. Does it hamper my avodas Hashem? No.
Dependence on Hashem because He is a Power Greater than myself. If I could keep myself sober - even with yir'as Shomayim - then I would not really need G-d any more! And I suspect that many normal people do not really need to
need G-d. They can live OK with just a
faith in G-d.
That is how I see it.