You've come to your counselor for healing, you know you're mentally defective. Your porn addiction has gotten away from you and it's costing you your quality of life. Your relationships suffer; you choose porn over social engagements. Your bank account suffers; all your disposable income goes to buying clips and tributing hot Dommes. Your coping mechanisms are non-existence, any remote stress or discomfort results in your obsessing about the next time you can stroke to porn. You're anxious, you're depressed, and porn is the only thing that helps. It's a vicious cycle. Swearing off, relapsing. Swearing off, relapsing. Your therapist takes a thorough assessment of your mental health as a result of all these qualifications you list off and comes up with just the exact cure you need. But you have to take off your pants...