How i overcame 19-year addiction to porn…
How it started
It was the middle of my first year in college. Like most boys, the euphoria of being a freshman had finally worn off, and the pressure of classes was beginning to set in.
But for us boys, every day wasn’t just about lectures—it was another chance to meet that girl we’d constantly fantasized about. For me, this particular day turned out to be different.
Let me take you back a little. A day before, we’d been told about the importance of signing our course forms, so everyone rushed to the departmental office. The place was crowded, and I instantly knew I wasn’t going to wait that long. Luckily, we were informed we had another week to submit.
But the students around me wouldn’t budge. They stayed rooted, determined to get theirs sorted. Unluckily for me, I was in a department where 98% of students liked to maintain that stiff air of seriousness. You can imagine how out of place that made me feel.
So I looked around and asked the first person I saw if she could let me know when the crowd thinned out. As it happened, she was at the tail end of the queue, just like me. Naturally, one would assume that by the time it got to her, the line would have cleared up a bit.
Fortunately for me, this wasn’t just anyone—it was the same lady I’d noticed a few times on campus, the one who had quietly caught my fancy. Up till then, I hadn’t really thought about her or considered the possibility of a date.
She was the quintessential daddy’s girl. Her hair was pulled neatly into a ponytail, and her skirt-and-blouse outfit balanced perfectly between modesty and subtle boldness. You could tell she was well brought up, but you also sensed she could be so much more.
She gave me her number. And, true to her word, she called later that evening to tell me I could come over to sign the form. But considering the distance between my house and the campus—and the fact that I had just settled into a steaming bowl of pounded yam and vegetable soup, my absolute favorite—I wasn’t going anywhere.
I told her the form could wait. Honestly, I was far more interested in her number. Getting the form signed had only been my excuse to get it in the first place.
Till today, I don’t know if it was my ingenuity—or just a lucky trick—but I could hear in her voice that she was amused, even a little intrigued. Later, I realized she must have liked me from the start.
That night was the longest of my life in college. I must have played over a hundred scenarios of our future together in my head. In every scene, we lived as the perfect couple: laughter, passion, chaos, drama—all blended into a deep, enviable love. The kind you only saw in rom-coms.
And that’s how it started for me. It wasn’t just the fantasies. I needed something to help me release the restless energy and maybe get a few hours of sleep. So I picked up the Harlequin novel on my desk—the one whose pages had once made me shiver and even given me a hard-on.
But as the brain does when it wants more, an idea struck me. I could search for porn on the same website we used to download compressed movies.
Up until then, the idea of masturbation had never occurred to me. Porn? Yes. We’d all stumbled across videos or those infamous magazines. But back then, there was usually just one video that got old fast, or flat images in books that couldn’t bring the fantasy alive.
Still, I opened the webpage and typed in “hot sex.” Instantly, a pop-up asked me to confirm I was over 18.
Easy. One click, and I was in.
I was bombarded with an endless buffet of porn categories. It was like a wild supermarket—anything I wanted, I could find. From “sexy nurse” to African homemade, from teen sex to interracial, double penetration, orgies, BBW, MILF, trans, crossdresser, skinny, fat—it was all there, in high dosage.
Speed porn. Unlimited.
And just like that, my journey into porn and masturbation began.
If I told you it was the hardest battle I ever fought, it would still be an understatement.
But today, I’m clean. No cravings, no faintest urge to go back. And that’s why I want to share my story with you—not just how I broke free from a 19-year addiction to porn, but also the struggles, the consequences—both personal and social.
Walk with me.
