So I just made this account for this quick, simple post. I was already on one of these kinds of forums but that didn't stay relevant. I'm also very doubtful that this could lead to anything new but here's my story. Tl;dr. I don't fight relapses anymore. I'm finding that coming to peace with PMO is easier then quitting now. Where would you go from here? I got addicted around mid-6th grade. Stupid perverted kid wanting to put tits in the search bar. Soon, I found myself searching for more, and next thing I knew I couldn't stop searching. So I went with the basic quit fast strategy: abstain for long enough to have something click. I kept doing it, I kept resetting the counter. I got caught several times. Still didn't quit. I was going on to year 1, then year 2. I kept relapsing and resetting for far too long. Man do I know now how in vain it was. I tried talking to my brother about it. He told me at the time he didn't know how to help me. Highschool came around. Freshman year had new band friends, and later on I found a few people outside. Even some girls I loved talking to. PMO was still a problem, but those relationships felt like new revival to keep going. Summer of freshman year I got my longest streak, 45 days. It came crashing down when I went back to school. Sophomore year I updated my brother on what I had. He revealed to me that he also occasionally PMed too. Except he didn't have a fucking problem. He couldn't help me. I had a mental breakdown and I couldn't bring myself to tell my dad about this. I don't see how it could help me. For the rest of that year I slowly fell, and I simply just wanted to be able to give up. I went for so long, but I knew nothing could come of it then. It's my junior year now. I've given up on the idea of holding back relapses. However, I don't see why that's so bad. So long I did the same thing and got nowhere. I feel my life is starting to go somewhere. Along with this, I have been seeing a new light on how others see it. THEY. DON'T. CARE. These other girls I chat with a lot nowadays simply asked me if I ever watched porn, and I admited to them. Myself from a year ago would never have done that. People joke about and I ofc don't like it but I laugh with them. However there is definitely something I can't ignore. I'm still horribly pervy. It is on a uncontrollable level and I finally saw that it was the reason for my social insecurities. This was a lot of rambling. If you made it this far I thank you for your time to read it. Where would you go from here? Anything else you want to know know?