My mother had a brain tumour and because my family was all in crisis, it was very easy to accidentally neglect me. So I was faced with the reality of a world where my mother was dying, and there was nobody to comfort me. I found an escape, though, this magical place where I could feel warm and comforted and over which I had complete control. I got stuck in masturbation.
Sex addiction is nothing to do with frequency.
It's to do with preoccupation. When I decided I needed help, I seemed to be spending nine-tenths of my life thinking about sex, looking at pornography or having sex. It's this total preoccupation which is the most damaging thing. There is a contrast between addictive sex and healthy sex. Healthy sex has to do with a relationship which is certainly a friendship, which is based on trust.