By Marilisa Walker
Following a heart wrenching break up of our nearly 11-year marriage, and after he ran our Chamber of Commerce award-winning businesses into the ground, stole all my money and drove off in our only car on a sizzling hot summer afternoon in August while I was taking a nap, I experienced “an overwhelming and overpowering feeling of not being able to make sense of it”—which is what I logged in my journal four months later.
Throwing myself on the kitchen floor and sobbing uncontrollably, while these antics provided some emotional relief but horrified my dog—yet was I still left with an irreconcilable quandary.
If I could only make sense of what happened between my husband and I, then I could understand it.
If I could understand it, then I could deal with it.
In the same way a patient sees a doctor for a distressing physical symptom, the doctor is rendered powerless to treat that disease unless a DIAGNOSIS is first given.
What are we dealing with, exactly?
My dilemma seemed to be rooted in, why, why, why when we seemingly had so much going for us, could our relationship and life end up in such shambles?
True, I can never go back in time insomuch as to restructure a nanosecond and change even one singular event for the better—or force a different outcome—yet it is my conviction that if I understand the dynamics of what happened: I can have an insurance policy shored up AGAINST that future time in which the same scenario will likely repeat itself—”I just met this wonderful man”—leaving me devastated and heartbroken with the proverbial rug pulled out from under me yet again!
I, justifiably, have a real fear and concern I might inadvertently find myself years from now, in the same unpleasant situation. After all, I have racked up two husbands now—both addicts.
“No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it.”
Albert Einstein
Einstein was certainly one of the sharper knives in the drawer and his take on a situation is fairly reliable.
“Many women do not evaluate themselves or their relationships,” says Dr. Joyce Hamilton Berry, a clinical psychologist in the Washington, D.C., area. “Consequently, they do not recognize the similarities that attract them to certain types of men.”
Dr. Berry explains that when a woman repeatedly chooses the wrong man, those bad choices attempt to fulfill “needs” that sometimes go back to the woman’s childhood.”
Furthermore she asserts that “People seemingly are drawn to a specific character type; until you learn what it is that keeps you boxed in, you are never going to be able to extricate yourself.”
So this examination—diagnosis—on my part is born out of judiciousness, rather than sentimentality.
It is not out of longing for the relationship to be restored, for to restore such a twisted relationship would mean that I have no self respect at all—thinking I am no better than to be lied to, stolen from, and psychologically abused—this is emphatically not the case!
Our relationship was like an endless game of “go fish;” in vain did I try to match the other cards up to the face card that was showing—an impossible task.
The face card that was showing was “what he said,” the other cards that never matched were “what he did.”
What he SAID and WHAT HE DID were not congruent.
It was as if you looked outside to determine the weather, finding a snowstorm of unprecedented magnitude, you opted for sandals and shorts!
So, doctor, what then, based on your stringent findings, would you say is the diagnosis?
Pornographic Projected Objectification
This is a term I have coined myself, to the end that other women might get a handle on what, exactly, went down—because my situation is by no means unique and there are countless woman, girlfriends, wives, children, and employers left scratching their heads as to what in the world is wrong with this guy?!
It is my contention that Pornographic Projected Objectification is so prolific as to be staggeringly common. You know, similar to air—everybody pretty much breathes it.
If you expect me to escalate my theory of PPO to the tenor of a puritanically snubbed wife, with nothing but theological arguments against the wrongness of porn and a few dog-eared Bible passages (although I certainly could, having graduated from Moody Bible Institute School of External Studies—“The heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked; who can know it?” Jeremiah 17:9) consider these facts from SafeFamilies.org.
- As of 2003, there were 1.3 million pornographic websites; 260 million pages (N2H2, 2003).
- The total porn industry revenue for 2006: $13.3 billion in the United States; $97 billion worldwide (Internet Filter Review).
- U.S. adult DVD/video rentals in 2005: almost 1 billion (Adult Video News).
- Hotel viewership for adult films: 55% (cbsnews.com).
- Unique worldwide users visiting adult web sites monthly: 72 million (Internet Filter Review).
- Number of hardcore pornography titles released in 2005 (U.S.): 13,588 (Internet Filter Review).
- Adults admitting to Internet sexual addiction: 10%; 28% of those are women (Internet Filter Review).
- More than 70% of men from 18 to 34 visit a pornographic site in a typical month (comScore Media Metrix).
- More than 20,000 images of child pornography posted online every week (National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children, 10/8/03).
- Approximately 20% of all Internet pornography involves children (National Center for Mission & Exploited Children).
- 100,000 websites offer illegal child pornography (U.S. Customs Service estimate).
- As of December 2005, child pornography was a $3 billion annual industry (Internet Filter Review).
- “At a 2003 meeting of the American Academy of Matrimonial Lawyers, two-thirds of the 350 divorce lawyers who attended said the Internet played a significant role in the divorces in the past year, with excessive interest in online porn contributing to more than half such cases. Pornography had an almost non-existent role in divorce just seven or eight years ago.” (Divorcewizards.com)
I am, at my very core an entrepreneur; a business person.
Two very obvious things jump out.
- There is a DEMAND for pornography.
- There is a SUPPLY of pornography.
Yet it is neither demand nor supply that is of any consequence.
Instead, I am interested in the effect of its use.
When one is a heroin addict, no one delves deeply into the molecular structure of what heroin is comprised.
We are merely concerned with heroin’s effect on a life—and not the heroin itself.
Effects of pornography’s use
In a well balanced, thoughtfully written piece for the United Kingdom’s The Guardian, writer Edward Marriott investigates, Men and porn.
First Marriott lays the traditional groundwork of proliferation:
In the US, with the pornography industry bringing in up to $15bn (£8.9bn) annually, people spend more on porn every year than they do on movie tickets and all the performing arts combined. Each year, in Los Angeles alone, more than 10,000 hardcore pornographic films are made, against an annual Hollywood average of just 400 movies.
Marriott further writes:
There is a widespread sense that anyone who suggests pornography might have any kind of adverse effect is laughably out of touch. Coren and Skelton, former Erotic Review film critics, focus on their flip comic narrative, scarcely troubling themselves with any deeper issues. “In all our years of watching porn,” they write, in a rare moment of analysis that doesn’t get developed any further, “we have never properly resolved what we think about how, why and whether it is degrading to women. We suspect that it might be. We suspect that pornography might be degrading to everybody.
As for the extent of my own husband’s addiction, he once told me that he’s been evicted from his home choosing to spend his last money on pornography, a want, and not shelter, a need.
Obviously this thinking is not born out of sane logic, but of irrational logic, as addicts are not known, by their nature, to be bastions of rational thought.
Please bear in mind that I am not talking about a person who has a casual relationship with porn. I am talking about an ADDICT.
What is an addict’s most pressing obsession? SUPPLY.
Anything, and I do many anything, that stands between an addict and his supply, must be what?
Must be SACRIFICED.
So if I had money that could keep the supply coming, he stole it.
If I had assets that would boost consumption, he borrowed against them—secretly.
If I had employees that needed to be paid, he rather, paid himself first and wrote them hot checks.
If I had clients deserving a service, he instead, took their money but called on the date of the event to tell them, graciously, that he “could not be there,” but would be “by on Monday to refund their money. According to the Better Business Bureau’s complaint, Monday never came.
Wife, kids, job, business, reputation—does not matter. All will eventually be placed on the sacrificial altar of “supply.”
One third of the way through his article, Marriott drops the big bomb on every one’s mind:
Yet what about the millions who consume pornography, the men—for they are, despite pornographers’ claims about growing numbers of female fans, mostly men—who habitually use it? How are they affected? Is pornography, as most these days claim, a harmless masturbatory diversion?
In a moment of candidness, the writer provides us with a vulnerable glimpse of his own use of pornography:
For most men, at some point in their lives, pornography has held a strong appeal and, before any examination of its effects, this fact has to be addressed. Like many men, I first saw pornography during puberty. At boarding school, dog-eared copies of Mayfair and Knave were stowed behind toilet cisterns; this borrow-and-return library system was considered absolutely normal, seldom commented upon and either never discovered by the masters or tacitly permitted. Long before my first sexual relationship, porn was my sex education.
No doubt (though we’d never have admitted it then) my friends and I were driven to use porn through loneliness: being away from home, we longed for love, closeness, unquestioning acceptance. The women over whom we masturbated—the surrogate mothers, if you like—seemed to be offering this but, of course, they were never going to provide it. The untruths it taught me on top of this disappointment—that women are always available, that sex is about what a man can do to a woman—I am only now, more than two decades on, finally succeeding in unlearning.
It is safe to say that men who are addicted to porn find themselves vacillating between two lands—the reality of what a woman is—one who has hopes and dreams and parents and ate two pieces of toast with strawberry jam for breakfast that day, is worried about keeping the electricity on and earning enough money for her children’s daycare—and the antithesis porn—fantasy woman has no such affections, silly you, and is but hot n horny and ready to please.
Women then, in this fantasy world, must first be dehumanized before they can be used; and it only stands to reason, men who use them, must first be dehumanized as well.
It is clear to me that my husband was himself, first a victim—after which he then victimized me; a trickle down effect, if you will.
Victims are victimized themselves, the abused become the abusers; hurt people, hurt people.
In a most shocking interview, a male porn star, no longer in the industry, was asked to describe ways in which he was treated while on the set.
As he explained the humiliating regimen that he was subjected to go through to produce the all important climax shot at the end, a distinct and palpable change came over his countenance. This poor man was visibly reduced to holding back bitter tears.
“I was treated like an animal,” he said softly.
It’s all too easy to see the humiliating effects of pornography on women, to the exclusion of the suffering on the part of the men.
Everyone is dehumanized. Make no mistake. Everyone.
Embracing the lie
Marriott goes on to make a revealing point:
Pornography, in other words, is a lie. It peddles falsehoods about men, women and human relationships. In the name of titillation, it seduces vulnerable, lonely men—and a small number of women—with the promise of intimacy, and delivers only a transitory masturbatory fix. Increasingly, though, men are starting to be open about the effect pornography has had ”¦
Willful suppression of the truth only then leaves room in one’s life to then, predictably, embrace the false.
Is it really any great surprise that the rest of the addict’s life is merely the living and acting out of that requisite untruth?
This can explain how, as the cycle continued and became ever more central and necessary, lie upon lie had to be told.
First there is the lie—are you looking at porn again?
And then a lie had to be told about the lie, and so on and so on.
It’s as if the addict begins to see himself and those around him, in an endlessly distorted, maniacally cruel, fun house mirror. The horrible paradigm shift is complete.
“False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil.” Socrates
One of the most damaging aspects of our relationship, which I had told him in many a fight regarding his use of porn and the financial disaster that would surely follow was:
“How could you look in my face day after day and lie?!”
And I also stated, “For me to stay in this relationship with you means that you are asking me to believe lies!”
Looking at the world through the murky lens of porn
Marriott makes his conclusion:
Even when in a loving sexual relationship, men who have used porn say that, all too often, they see their partner through a kind of “pornographic filter.” This effect is summed up eloquently by US sociologist Harry Brod, in Segal’s essay Sweet Sorrows, Painful Pleasures: “There have been too many times when I have guiltily resorted to impersonal fantasy because the genuine love I felt for a woman wasn’t enough to convert feelings into performance. And in those sorry, secret moments, I have resented deeply my lifelong indoctrination into the aesthetic of the centrefold.”
This is my point exactly—Pornographic Projected Objectification
I view it—the pornography. I project it—the pornography.
I look at nothing, not cognitively, not even consciously, without donning my porn goggles first.
Let me be blatantly honest—if you were to ask a woman what it’s like to have sex with a porn addict, they would tell you that there is a “disconnect”‘ during sex. While their partner is present in body, they are simultaneously elsewhere, for in the porn addict’s mind, the retrieval of pornographic images is a must. They have literally chemically conditioned their sexual response to ultimately only obey that stimuli.
Pornography’s chemically altered brain
Donald L. Hilton Jr. wrote an article entitled, “Slavemaster—How Pornography Drugs and Changes Your Brain.“ Following are excerpts:
Pornography is a visual pheromone, a powerful, $100 billion per year brain drug that is changing human sexuality by “inhibiting orientation” and “disrupting pre-mating communication between the sexes by permeating the atmosphere,” especially through the internet. I believe we are currently struggling in the war against pornography because many continue to believe two key fallacies:
Fallacy No. 1: Pornography is not a drug.
Fallacy No. 2: Pornography is therefore not a real addiction.
In the center of the brain is the nucleus accumbens. This almond-sized area is a key pleasure reward center, and when activated by dopamine and other neurotransmitters, it causes us to value and desire pleasure rewards. Dopamine is essential for humans to desire and value appropriate pleasure in life. Without it, we would not be as incentivized to eat, procreate, or even to try to win a game.
It’s the overuse of the dopamine reward system that causes addiction. When the pathways are used compulsively, a downgrading occurs that actually decreases the amount of dopamine in the pleasure areas available for use, and the dopamine cells themselves start to atrophy, or shrink. The reward cells in the nucleus accumbens are now starved for dopamine and exist in a state of dopamine craving, as a downgrading of dopamine receptors on the pleasure cells occurs as well. This resetting of the “pleasure thermostat” produces a “new normal.” In this addictive state, the person must act out in addiction to boost the dopamine to levels sufficient just to feel normal.”
As the desensitization of the reward circuits continues, stronger and stronger stimuli are required to boost the dopamine. In the case of narcotic addiction, the addicted person must increase the amount of the drug to get the same high. In pornography addiction, progressively more shocking images are required to stimulate the person.”
These facts deeply wound the spouse. How can she even begin to compete with very real chemical changes in her partner’s brain, let alone ignore the intense level of betrayal and subsequent rejection? The answer is, she can not.
Towards the end of our relationship, my husband could not even bring himself to have sex with me because he had already gotten all his pleasure and chemical fix from porn. A real woman doesn’t “do it”‘ anymore.
According to one website dedicated to helping those effected by the partner’s use of pornography, a hallmark sign of addiction is this:
Your sexual life has dwindled, or is dead. You may find that your partner is no longer initiating sex.
“And, last we checked,” writes a woman regarding her husband’s porn use, “being committed to a relationship meant finding ways to exercise your independence in a way that didn’t make your partner weep.”
As for me, I am resolved to no longer cry on a kitchen floor.
Marilisa Walker is a strategic consultant and staff writer for House 61, a shelter that serves those who have experienced sexual abuse, domestic abuse or are human trafficked.
Sistersister,
this might interest you.
http://www.reichandlowentherapy.org/Content/Sexuality/capacity_for_feeling.html
I’ve also been reading up a bit on Reich and Lowen.
Wow…what an article. Marissa has an amazing way with words.
I hate porn. I can tell a porn addict before I sleep with him, and even more so after. I can tell porn addicts just from talking to men sometimes. It’s blatantly obvious. Sometimes it’s so bad that I notice men behaving as though every beautiful woman wants them, which is just ridiculous. When ever in history did numerous 40 year old men think that every 18 year old blonde is just dying to go to bed with him? Cause in porn, gorgeous women are having sex with anyone and everyone. In fact, if you’re attractive, porn would seem to imply that you’re therefore more sexual and promiscuous.
I worked at a clothing store in the mall when I was 18. Once I had to bring a new size of jeans for a man in a dressing room. He poked his erection past the door and then smiled at me. I nearly fainted from shock and hid in the supply room until he left. My manager had to finish helping all the guests, cause I was mortified. I really got the impression that he thought this would all play out like some film he saw where some random guy walks into a department store and the woman helping him jumps into the stall with him and they have sex. That’s how a porno would play out. When I was younger and first saw some pornos, I immediately wanted to know where those people met and what their names were. I thought it was awkward, not sexy, that seemingly random strangers were having sex with each other.
I hate porn. Did I mention that? I hate it.
As if that’s not bad enough, porn in Turkey is even MORE degrading to women. I haven’t seen it, but my friend has, and she told me about it. She said women are commonly tortured in them. For example, while giving a man a blow job, he will plug her nose so that she cannot breathe until her face turns red. That turns those men on. Imagine dating THAT kind of guy (I did). Oh, joy.
Okay I got in a rant. I hate porn. A lot.
Gosh, @panther. What a trip. Dating a guy like that? Oh my God, I’d run so fast . . .
I don’t think I can tell right away if a man is a porn addict. But I suspect that’s what one of my boyfriends, who is still a friend actually, suffered from. Just now I thought of that. Because we were doing fine until suddenly one night at his mom’s house, he wouldn’t get away from the computer. I had waited up for him to get in late after working on a personal project, missing him so sweetly, only to find him goofing around on the computer when he came home. It wasn’t my computer, and I didn’t even think of looking up his viewing history. But I do remember he was kind of catatonic in dealing with me that night. He just wouldn’t come to bed until I was extremely tired.
I’ve thought a lot about that incident, but never suspected it was porn.
Perhaps it was his anger at me that I had revealed something about myself that his mom wasn’t happy with, or that she was unhappy that he had left me at home when I was sick. (I didn’t mind, really. I just rested. And to this day I have a fine relationship with his mom.)
But I thought it strange that when he got to bed, he wanted to “do it.” I was barely alive at that point. After that, he always wanted to do it when I was too tired to move, and seemed turned off when I was turned on.
He may have had a sense of shame about sleeping with me at his mom’s house, but she never seemed to think anything of it. Geez, we’re both in our 40s.
Or his Catholic upbringing, I don’t know.
Finally, a few months later we broke up without a whole lot of explanation. We had been driving each other crazy in some other ways, control issues, for a few weeks at that point. We have remained friends. Really good friends.
Porn addictions don’t seem like spath behaviors to me. I believe a lot of people with these addictions are genuinely ashamed of themselves. It’s a physical/psychological problem they don’t have much of a choice about.
My first year in New York, I took a walk in a secluded part of a park. Dumb, I know, but it was on a hill right above a playground, so I figured I wasn’t totally alone. A man walked toward me on the path, playing with his penis. I tried to scream, yell, but it seemed that no sound would travel in that space. He looked at me with a truly pained look on his face, saying “Im sorry,” and walked right past me. Probably the sounds of children were what turned him on. I still remember the sensation of utter helplessness, like he was some kind of bulldozer that was going to run right over me.
Most of these guys in the city are pretty arrogant about it, though. They’ll jack off right next to a woman on the subway and deny that it happened. One even followed me into another car when I tried to get away from him. The biggest problem used to be getting the police to take this seriously. (Really! Tells you something about the kind of people who become cops.) Then came the cameraphone, and a Web site to upload the photos. Things changed pretty fast after that!
I’m not the kind of woman who gets spooked at any man checking out my body. But I know for sure when it’s gone too far. THAT I can feel.
And the fact that some men I have dated who have this problem are really amazing in other ways is just, well, sad. I wish I could do something. I wish I could help. I don’t feel like the victim; except for some awkward sexual encounters, I don’t feel raped. (Except for the religious guy. That was emotional rape, if there is such a thing. I was very definitely violated, though.) I feel like they are the victims. To feel any love for them is just heartbreaking.
Thank you so much, you guys, for your thoughtful comments and dialogue here. I have learned a lot from reading you!
Actually, as I was telling Donna Anderson, originally this article simply came about as a note to my therapist but morphed into more. (Ya think?! lol)
What I didn’t mention is that I can not tell whether the porn came first and afterwards, the sociopath behavior OR the behavior and then the porn. Sort of like the chicken and the egg, you know?
Also, I didn’t mention that I was his fourth wife.
And after I wrote this, last spring, a private detective found me and was looking for my ex, as he stole from someone else and they were trying to recover “my client’s property”, so by no means did he single only me out, my ex, as a target. It goes on and on and on….
I can tell you that I’ve healed tremendously from all this.
The goal of any breakup is indifference.
Truly I can tell you, as for as this dude is concerned, I could care LESS.
(I will be back to answer each of you more specifically~ again, thank you for all your kind words!)
Marilisa
Dear Marilisa,
The number of “marriages” over 2 is usually a good indicator that they either have a BAD PICKER or they are a BAD PICK….
What an article, and I also detest porn – it does not portray, in any form, what I personally consider to be normal, healthy physical contact between a committed couple.
My recent discovery that my Sickpath spouse had been addicted to violent BDSM porn and engaging in only-god-knows-what during our entire marriage ended in disaster with my assault against him in a fit of rage.
At this moment, the rage is gone and only replaced with this grief for all that I had believed to be true.
Porn ruins perceptions. Porn reiterates objectification of women (typically), and there is a vast ocean of difference between eroticism and what porn portrays.
At one time, if someone wanted to obtain pornography, they had to travel to a questionable part of town under cover of night, park in the back, and so forth. Today, even our teenagers and young adults believe that porn is “normal.”
I’ve been destroyed by what I discovered, and I am in a space of loss, despair, and fear.
Dear Truthspeak,
The above post I think is the SCRIPT for what you need to tell the judge in court (ask your attorney first of course). The discovery of such filth I think is sufficient to provoke anyone to a rage. Of course even being that enraged doesn’t give you a “pass” for your behavior in “beating him Up” but it does make it more understandable.
I also believe that he deliberately provoked this so that you WOULD beat him up and then he could “play the victim” role which as you have posted seems to be his fantasy.
My Daughter in law (a psychopath I believe) also was into S&M and though she preferred the being bound role with her BF, she also was willing to strike out and planned to murder my son, her husband. Thank God she and her BF were caught in the attempt before they had actually killed him.
My spath was heavily into porn and I’m pretty sure made porn videos. He told me he had a friend, who liked to make porn.
All those tells, and red flags and I missed them all.
One thanksgiving, spath said, “some friends of mine are getting together to eat turkey and they invited us.” So I thought, Ok, why not?
We arrived at the apartment and everyone was sitting around in the living room eating turkey from paper plates. The TV was on and they were watching PORN!!!!
I was shocked. Not so much because of the porn, but because all these people could sit around watching porn in front of other people they barely knew (or so I thought). The porn itself must’ve been boring because I couldn’t really watch it. I wonder if I was drugged or something because the whole episode (about 25 years ago) is quite blurry. We were only there for maybe about 30 minutes and we left. I guess the spath figured that I wasn’t having the “correct” reaction? Later I told the spath how weird it seemed and (of course) he agreed. I never saw or heard from those “friends” again.
It just goes to show how utterly superficial relationshits with spaths are. The guests at the “tgiving dinner” must have felt nothing at all. No shame for themselves or each other and no need to bond with family or friends on such an important day as Thanksgiving. It was like being in a room with zombies.
Strange story, Sky. Even stranger that they appeared once in your life, and then never again. How did he find them? Who were they?
I despise pornography and porn addicts. My ex was constantly on the computer and any time the kids or I approached him all we saw was a screensaver. Of course I suspected porn but couldn’t prove it. Eventually I found hundreds of pornographic disks with thousands of images, including his genitals which I presume he was sending over the internet. Pornography objectifies and dehumanizes people to robots.
I totally agree with Truthspeak’s statement, “it does not portray, in any form, what I personally consider to be normal, healthy physical contact between a committed couple.”