In Memory of Roy K.: The Founder of Our Fellowship and a Pioneer on Our Path to Recovery.

 oday, we commemorate the birthday of Roy K., the founder of Sexaholics Anonymous. Roy was not merely a sex drunk seeking recovery for himself; he was also a visionary—one who realized that his suffering was not unique and that many others like him lived in isolation and silence, searching for a way out of the tyranny of lust but finding none.

In 1979, the fellowship of Sexaholics Anonymous was born through his efforts, but it did not find its way easily. From the very beginning, Roy K. faced waves of doubt and resistance. He had to prove to the world the necessity and significance of our fellowship. Yet, he did not waver; he pressed on with unwavering determination, believing that salvation does not come through isolation but in finding companionship among those who share the same struggle and cling to the same passion for the solution. Today, decades after its founding, the fellowship has become a beacon of hope and transformation, where thousands have found a lifeline out of the bondage of lust—thanks to the efforts of Roy K. and those who believed in his sincere vision.

"I want to find my people!"—this is what Roy used to say. He laid the cornerstone of our First Step and Third Tradition, realizing that sex was merely a mirror reflecting our true illness, and that the real problem was lust. Sexual drunkenness had been a dark prison, where its inmates faced a slow death in miserable isolation.

Roy K. remained faithful to the definition of sobriety throughout his life. He never compromised on it, was passionate about the message, and sacrificed his money, time, and effort to bring the light of recovery to every lost sex drunk wandering in the jungle of lust.

On his birthday, we remember him with deep gratitude and appreciation. We move forward on his path, carrying the message of recovery and sobriety centered on God. For what he started was not merely an idea, but a revolution of hope and transformation—one that we continue together with every step toward recovery.

Inspirational story of a SA member in prison

I’m Anonymous, a recovering sexaholic,
and I am making a program call.” Those
easy words are a bit harder to say from
the inside of a jail cell. Nevertheless, I can
get current, I can reach out, I can get out
of isolation by just writing this letter. Even
though I am stuck in a cell 21 to 23 hours
a day, I still have the tools to grow in my
recovery and to have a positive sobriety
by doing all I can for the sexaholic who
still suffers. I can connect with my Higher
Power. I accomplish this by daily Bible
reading, prayer, and reading recovery
materials. I attend any kind of meeting
(religious, AA, etc.) whenever possible and
I speak the language of recovery to my
“cellie,” a recovering alcoholic.
Due to the nature of my charges and due
to the nature of the other individuals in
“protective custody,” there is very little
fellowship and very little openness. 

This contrasts so much with the honesty
and camaraderie of SA meetings.
Nevertheless, I choose to thrive and
continue to grow along spiritual lines.
Moment by moment, one day at a time,
I can surrender every temptation to
“numb out” or “act out” with memories
or fantasies. Surrender is still the key—
in here, or out there. Instead of “white
knuckling” or giving in, I choose to
surrender. I choose to maintain a firm
bottom line. TV shows, magazines,
or any memories that may be triggers
are immediately surrendered. My daily
journaling is also a very useful tool.
Maintaining a positive attitude, avoiding all
resentments (and surrendering them if and
when they come), and fostering a spirit of
gratitude are also key tools.
Honestly, some days are harder, some
days easier. On hard days and nights, I try
to use the tools of the program. I pray for
daily sobriety. Yet, I must also admit that
sometimes I feel my time here is wasted
and there seems to be no point to it all. But
I surrender that “feeling of uselessness.”
I try to focus on “the promises.” No one
ever said this would be an easy path. But
as I “trudge this road of happy destiny,”
I can only hope that my experience can
benefit others. And so I write—praying that
this letter can help someone, somewhere,
be sober for just one more day. Today, as
I celebrate day 595 of my recovery (the
last 17 in jail), I thank you, the reader,
for letting me be of service. Every single
person who reads or hears these words
helps me be sober. So I thank you! Thank
you for bringing me out of isolation and
helping me to be a part of the Fellowship.

I love you, appreciate you, and value you,
my dear brothers and sisters in recovery.
P.S. A few weeks before I entered jail,
I got a sobriety chip for 18 months, and
when I was released, I got my two-year
chip. The Program works, if you work it,
so work it, because you’re worth it!



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