I'm a Christian Addicted to Porn : A True Life Testimony

The remains of the campfire were cold. And the labels on the bottles of Bud were bleached white by days in the sun. Whoever had camped out in the woods near my house was long gone. My friend and I picked through the debris they’d left behind. An abandoned hip-hop CD. A few empty baggies and bottles. And a magazine.

The cover was weathered and unrecognizable. I poked it open with a stick, scared of what critters might be calling it home now. Its dewy, wet pages flopped open. I saw a woman. And I saw her naked breasts.

Since I was only 7, I ran. I mean, girls had cooties. They were gross. They were things we chased at recess, but didn’t know what to do if we ever caught one. But I still remember that image. I was excited by it, but scared of it at the same time. I didn’t understand it and I knew I shouldn’t be seeing it.

And I knew I wanted more.

A few years later I got my chance. This time I didn’t run away. I was 13. I was at my friend Tyler’s* house. Tyler was my only friend with internet access. Almost every day, we played computer games for hours.

But one day we clicked on what we thought was a game to download, and our lives changed. It wasn’t a game, but a video. At first, we laughed as we saw the blurry, slow-moving image of a woman. We laughed nervously as if to say, “That’s so stupid. Turn it off.” But we didn’t turn it off. We watched it. Then I went home.

But Tyler went looking for more and showed me what he found. I didn’t run away this time. I didn’t want to keep looking. But I did. I was caught.......

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That is how it always start as innocent as nothing. But he can still break the addiction change if he want to