Quite cruel to give humans hormones like these on an early age and then forbids to unload the gun... it is like giving a kid a car, show him the keys and then tell him to wait for ten years or more to use it. Now that would make sense indeed.
How did all that anti-masturbation talk affect you?
by rebel8 91 Replies latest members adult
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flipper
Thoughtless states, " I am kind of a horny beast myself , but I am still a teenager soooo..... " That is freaking hilarious ! Don't feel too badly dude, I'm 54 years young and I'm still a " horny beast " as well. Nothing to be ashamed of. Embrace your " horny beastliness ! " Peace out, Mr. Flipper
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clarity
Hmmm ...5 pages already...this seems to be a big hit!
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Apognophos
Yes, I haven't seen this topic get this many replies in the past, which always surprises me because of what a big deal this is for me, and I would assume many others. This is an issue that I just can't joke about. Here's a sample of my thought process as a teen: "I can't stop doing it, despite my prayers, so I'm bound to be destroyed soon at Armageddon. If it all goes down publicly in front of other JWs, like at a Kingdom Hall, I can't stand the thought of being destroyed so shamefully as a sinner right in front of them. Why should I wait for the inevitable with it hanging over my head all the time? Might as well just end things now." If I weren't more of a coward, I'm sure I wouldn't be here to type this now.
No doubt this was partly the fault of my own particular issues, as not all young JWs were suicidal over this doctrine. I wish I'd had the self-esteem to say, "Wait a minute, how do I know this is really what God's will is? Since it's not directly mentioned anywhere in the Bible, could this just be a pharisaical teaching of man?" But I was accepting everything in the JW worldview so completely that life lost all meaning for me. Although I got over my suicidal urges as the teenage years passed, I spent my twenties -- yes, from 20 to 29 -- in a purposeless stupor, doing nothing but waiting for the end to come and put me out of my misery. It was only when I was 30 that I started to question my beliefs.
I had always prayed to God to help me not masturbate & he didn't........so what does that tell you?
Well, here's the thing, I used to think that he was helping me! I would pray, and things would seem under control for a day or two. Then I'd end up masturbating again and feeling horrible about how I apparently wasn't praying or studying enough. My naive assumption was that the holy spirit was helping me for a while but I wasn't putting enough effort into keeping my "holy spirit gauge" high enough. I did my best to avoid looking at or thinking about girls at school, often succeeding, but every time I lost my control for a moment and took a glance at a girl (or sinned in some other way, like swearing), I imagined I was depleting my holy spirit reserves.
It was only when I was 30 that it occurred to me that the very act of masturbation would have explained my diminished desires for a short while afterward. Not only that, but any time you pray tearfully and lengthfully about a problem, this can serve as a form of meditation that strengthens your resolve. So it suddenly seemed clear that, back when I thought God had been helping me for a short while, I could now explain through simple logical thinking how it could have happened without any need for God at all. I realized that I'd never actually observed any clear evidence of God answering any of my prayers. So either I wasn't approaching him about something that was a proper subject for prayer (like a rule that he never set in the first place), or else he just wasn't up there at all. This was actually quite a relief to me, though it came too late to spare me 15 years of misery.
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fulltimestudent
A good friend of mine had that kind of experience when he was about 13, he had a wet dream and his mother panicked when she saw the stain and called in uber spiritual son in law (no husband you see) who woud have been about 23 at the time to have a chat with him.
Umm. One elder school I attended (for a whole bloody fortnight) was held at the old Strathfield bethel in Sydney. We all had to do some work whilst there. The brother's who worked in the laundry (my friend was one) were instructed by a sister on how to sort and process the washing.
When it came to the sheets, they were told to hold the sheet up to light, inspect for stains, and if there was a semen stain to give it a spray of stain remover. My friend happens to be gay (in denial in those days), but he now happily tells of his interest in the stained sheets and when he found one with a big patch of stain, wondering which young brother in Bethel may have used the sheet, and going on to fantasise about helping him with his, umm! 'problem.'
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fulltimestudent
btw- I'm told that the contemporary word for masturbation is fapping (from the verb 'to fap'). Its derived from the soft sound of air being emitted as skin rolls over flesh, and its similar to the sound (in case you never masturbate) in this video of jelly rolling in a bowl.
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Band on the Run
Fulltime Student,
My aunt heard about the laundry at Bethel in Brooklyn. She was so upset that Bethelites would be so immoral. I don't know her source. People who work in laundries should have higher standards for confidentiality! Even after my mother stopped all activity, she had to whisiper the scandals to my mom. My uncle would not tolerate any discussion of foibles at Bethel. He never knew it b/c he worked, my aunt and mother would make appointments to discuss all the WT gossip.
I am wondering if I blocked out talks about masturbation. If I thought they were wrong, I paid no attention. If one believed, I see how this could cause major problems. No wonder this a topic for comics.
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Billy the Ex-Bethelite
"Well, here's the thing, I used to think that he was helping me! I would pray, and things would seem under control for a day or two. Then I'd end up masturbating again and feeling horrible about how I apparently wasn't praying or studying enough."
The real problem was that Jehovah and his holy spirit are just not as powerful as male hormones. Sure, he may be able to orchestrate the slaughter of billions of peoples, but he can't slow down the mojo of a teenage boys testicles.
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Oubliette
Julia Orwell: I offer other services for my husband during that time, but he declines because he'd rather we both shared the joy.
Well your hubby is a better man than I. I always take my wife on any offers of any and all services!
