In 2003, Today's Christian Woman took an informal online poll of readers on pornography. Thirty-four percent of women said they had accessed pornography. Another study in 2006 showed that 20 percent of Christian women were addicted to pornography. Until November 2003, I was one of them, but I certainly didn't admit this in a survey. Which begs the question: Just how many Christian women are addicted to pornography today?
I grew up a child of the '80s, and my mom followed the rules for being a "good Christian mom" as established by whatever televangelist she was watching at the time. This, of course, meant we didn't go trick-or-treating, there was no Santa Claus or Easter Bunny, and we couldn't even watch The Smurfs. She even went as far as putting adult content blocks in place on our cable box.
But no filter, password, or accountability software could have protected me from what my oldest brother brought into our home.
I first came into contact with pornography at the age of 10 when I found a pornographic magazine in my older brother's bathroom. Nearly oblivious to what sex was, I found myself face to face with extremely hardcore material. I had a decision to make in that moment: to either turn away from it, or open the magazine and look at what I had discovered. I chose the latter. What would follow that fateful decision would be an eight-year addiction to pornography.1