Broken Man, Broken Rules: Rebuild Your Sex Life Like a Veteran, Not a Veteran Falling Apart

War Wound, Not a Curse

This isn’t a "career" problem. Your sex life isn’t a "career"—it’s a battlefield. You got shot and still think you need a résumé to walk through the door. Stop acting like your body’s a broken iPhone you’re trying to flash-sell on eBay.

Survival First, Then Strategy

Tattoo this on your damn skull: This wasn’t about sex. Your rapist didn’t want a date, didn’t want a partner. They wanted to own you. They didn’t “pick” you—they ambushed you like a predator in a trench coat. Your trauma isn’t a bad game night—it’s the smoke grenade when the battlefield turns hot.

Stop Playing the Blame Game

You keep asking, “Why me?”—the dumbest question in the history of war. Would you ask a wounded Marine, “Why’d you let the enemy win?” Your self-pity’s not humility—it’s a coward’s crutch. That predator was after anyone’s loneliness. You weren’t a mark; you were already a target they loaded like a crossbow.

Sex Isn’t a Solo Sport

You try to train alone—masturbating like a pro golfer who never saw a green—and wonder why you don’t close the deal. You’re not some isolated soldier with a side quest to rebuild romance. You need a team. Without backup, you’re just a guy in a trench with no bullets. And no, “finding someone” isn’t a skill you can grind. It’s a currency you can’t print.

Hypersexuality’s Just a New Kind of Painkillers

Some trauma survivors run like hell through a meat market of hookups, thinking, “If I can’t trust anything, I’ll trust the next stranger.” That’s not living—it’s self-medication with strangers. You didn’t get “addicted” to sex. You’re chasing validation like a junkie chasing a needle. The only thing you’re healing is the illusion of control.

Clean the Wound, Then Build the Fort

Get A Pro—Actually, A Real One

You think advice from a “doctor” in a blog is helping? You need someone who’s seen real trauma, not a hot take from a keyboard commando. Find a therapist who’s dealt with soldiers coming home from war—or men who’ve bled for real. 1in6.org isn’t some dating app. It’s a war room. Your mental defenses are torn up; you need a general to rebuild them.

Stop Chasing the Ghost

You keep waiting for the “right moment,” like a chess player who’s stuck on the opening move. You’re not a project. You’re a soldier. Your pain isn’t a glitch—it’s a fact of combat. You don’t “get over” trauma, you get around it. Like navigating a minefield. You don’t “reclaim” anything. You move forward, even if you’re bleeding.

Final Order: March Past the Wreckage

Build, Don’t Battle

You want to date? Start by being a man who owns his pain, not one who hides it like a secret sin. Your worth isn’t in who’s “with” you or how fast you “bounce back.” It’s in how many times you rise after they shoot you down. You got broken once. That’s a story. Now write the sequel. You’re not broken—you’re battle-damaged. And battle-damaged men rebuild the planet before breakfast. Call 1-800-656-4673 and don’t talk yourself out of it. That number’s not for questions. It’s for survival. You’ve survived one war. Now fight the next one."