Lasting Change: Part 2

My journal entry:

"January 24, 2014 Friday

My husband has been lying to me.  He let me believe that things were going well with his pornography situation when they most certainly have not.  He’s fallen repeatedly over the last two weeks.  Never on holidays, never on vacation, but when the day to day grind is back, he has been having problems.

I was mad when he told me.  Mad that he had lied.  Mad that he was covering it up.  Mad that he let me mark the calendar with positive numbers and still didn’t say anything.  I listened to what he had to say.  He read his journal entry that he wrote this morning before he got the nerve to confess to me...." 

This was when things started to really and truly change.  He came home after a group session and his heart was open and humble.  I can't remember what step in the recovery program they had talked about that evening, but I remember the effect.  I cautiously told him my feelings.  About the hurts he didn't know about.  About the effect that the pornography addiction was having on my ability to be attracted to him sexually and non-sexually.  How hard it was to look him in the eye.

We talked about the addiction and that perhaps we were wrong.  Perhaps the addiction wasn't the real problem but something else.  That's when depression came up.  We had both been so wrapped up in the act and shame of pornography that we were ignoring what was triggering him to turn there.  What was going on in his life that he felt he needed to indulge in something?

Depression. 

As we explored this possibility together it became more and more clear that depression was a huge problem.  He was no longer enjoying his job, he was having a hard time with his calling, his duties as husband and father.  He didn't want to get out of bed in the morning.  Sometimes he couldn't get out of bed in the morning. The light in his eyes was so dim.  So... beaten down.  There was so much that needed to be accomplished that it was overwhelming to him.  He could see no escape and no end to any of it.  He couldn't sit down and watch episode after episode of some harmless television show like I can when I have a bad day.  He didn't have the time to escape into a good book.  He had to work 52 hour weeks and make time for his calling, and feel guilt about what he was not able to do with the family.

Things became clear.  He saw his addiction... we saw his addiction... for what it was and what it was not.  He was not a sex addict.  He was not a bad person.  He was not depraved and base and someone to be shunned.  He was a man having a problem with depression.  He was searching for escape and because of exposure early on in his life his way of escape was harmful.  

More from that same journal entry.

"I don’t have vast experience with his addiction, but I have worlds of experience with depression.  I know exactly what it’s like to have the cloud hanging over your head raining on everything in your life.  I know how hard it is to find the break.  I know how impossible it feels to try to make your situation better.  Overwhelmed and buried.

We can’t change his responsibilities, but we can change his outlook.

I suggested that he start keeping a gratitude journal because it had done so much for me in the past.  I told him to start looking for service opportunities.  Little ones that won’t be a burden but a blessing.  I told him to be kind with himself.  I told him to stop feeling ashamed."

We started treating the real problem.  He started doing little things to help change his outlook on life.  Little acts of service, of gratitude, of finding and seeing silver linings.  He continued on with group meetings and intends to keep going for years to come.  He has embraced the 12-step program and puts his whole heart and soul into doing them in the right way.  

His countenance began to change.  The light came back to his eyes and he became happy once again.  Happy like I hadn't seen him in years.

The day we realized that his real problem was depression was the day that my husband's temptations ceased to have that overpowering grip on him.  He is still tempted at times but they do not overwhelm him into action.  When those temptations come he is able to see them for what they are.  He is able to remove himself from the situation and change his outlook.

He told me recently that he used to be tempted several times a day and now he goes whole weeks without being tempted.  Those were sweet words to hear.

Last Tuesday he got his temple recommend back.  We both know that this is not the end of the problem.  We both made that mistake before and do not want to make it again.  My husband and I both have changed our habits.  We are more aware than ever before of the power of little things.  But it is a step towards lasting change.