I’ve never met Brian Pessaro. Don’t even know what he looks like.
However, his article is the first result on Bing for “using the rosary to fight porn addiction”.
Catholic culture is a mixed bag for me. Let’s start with some family history.
My grandmother was a devout Catholic. My grandfather was raised Methodist, but never went to Church. My mother was Catholic. My father was….raised Baptist, then went his own way. Tried Buddhism. Tried Taoism. Basically, he was a man without religion. A man without a church to call his home. A man without a group of fellowship brothers and prayer warriors.
I was raised Catholic. In high school, I tried being a “none”. I was a “none” for a few years. Then I was Pentecostal for a year. Then I was Baptist for a year. Now I’m getting a double-dose of Church. Baptist service Sunday morning, and Catholic mass on Sunday nights.
I guess that’s been the wavering issue in my family for three generations now. The women are Catholic, and the men are…whatever.
However, over the past year, I gained a best friend who is a Catholic. A month ago, a gained another best friend who is a Catholic. Now it’s starting to seem like the world is a lot more Catholic. My Stepdad is Catholic. He’s worn a scapular for years.
One of my best friends shows me his rosary, that his aunt gave to him. His whole family is Catholic. He said, “She said praying the Rosary is one of the best weapons for fighting evil”. Oh man. Powerful stuff.
Yesterday morning, I stopped by my mom’s house to ask about Thanksgiving dinner. And I asked her for a Rosary. She pulls out a drawer with eight of grandmas old ones. I pick a blue and steel one.
I figure it will help me fight porn addiction.
I prayed it before mass started. I liked it. I prayed it in bed last night as I was falling asleep. I picked up my roommate from work, and prayed it again when I got home.
For some reason, I like keeping it in my pocket even when I’m not praying it. It does feel like a weapon against evil. I’ve had a lot of weapons over the years. Guns, knives, baseball bats, golf clubs.
In Canada, for Thanksgiving, we have today off. A Monday without work or school. And you know how I play it. Every day off, the coffee is brewing by 9am and I’m writing. I’m working. I’m scheming.
Give unto Caesar what is Caesars, and work like a dog for the rest.
My buddy’s aunt said that praying the Rosary is one of the best weapons against evil. You know I had to get on Bing to get some deets for that. And the first result was Brian Pessaro’s experience with the Rosary totally evaporating his porn addiction.
Sounds like one of the best weapons against evil to me. In Pessaro’s words:
“So why do I persist if it’s such drudgery? Simple. I wouldn’t be where I am today had it not been for Mary’s intercession. This is my story. Since the age of 11, I was addicted to pornography. It began simple enough with sneaking peaks at my best friend’s father’s Playboys in the basement of his house. But by the time I was 25, I was so hooked on Internet porn that I would itch for my wife to leave the apartment so I could secretly jump online. Several times over the years I tried to quit. Each time, not only did I fail, but the addiction got worse to the point where I gave up resisting.”
That night I went online and ordered a Brown Scapular, and then I went to my bedroom dresser and pulled out my grandmom’s old rosary. It had been in there for years, nothing more than an heirloom. I got on my knees, and I began to pray. The next night, I did it again. Two nights in a row became three, then four, until before I knew it I had prayed the Rosary every night for a week. Well it’s been 7 years, and I’m still going strong. I can count on two hands the total number of times I’ve missed.
OK so I pray the Rosary and I kicked a nasty porn habit. Ho hum. Big deal you think. Yes it is, because I should explain that when I say the addiction went away, I don’t mean gradually. I mean it vanished that first night. It was like someone reached inside my brain, found the switch for porn addiction, and turned it off. I can’t explain it. I’m not a sex therapist, but I know that’s not supposed to happen. You don’t just put down a 19-year porn addiction like yesterday’s newspaper and walk away from it. A lot of it has to do with a hormone called epinephrine that’s released in the brain each time you view pornography. It produces a high similar to cocaine. Epinephrine is the gift that keeps on giving because it has a nasty side effect of burning the images into your brain. That’s why even when I was in my late twenties I could still see those images from when I was eleven as if it were yesterday. And now they’re gone.
Seven years of success. I’m on Day 2. Sounds like it’s worth a shot, eh?
You can find his story on how praying the Rosary daily evaporated his porn addiction here.