This is about my boyfriend. I found out a while back that he has a porn problem.
The first time I caught him, it was right after we had had sex, I fell asleep and woke up with him on the bed next to me, jacking off to porn.
We had an ugly fight and almost broke up, but then he promised to stop altogether - said he'd never do it again.

The second time I caught him was months later; we hadn't had any sexual relations for about two months, which was frustrating, but I wasn't pressuring him, you know? I just never said anything about it, and stopped initiating it, so it never happened again.
So one day I left the house and was supposed to have been gone for two hours, but finished early and came home an hour early. Walked in on him watching porn.
He waited for the only two hours of the day I would be gone to take care of his needs, while simultaneously breaking a promise, being disrespectful, and ignoring my needs.
We also fought an ugly fight, he was gone to his parents' for a week, I cried every day for a week.

His excuses for this behavior is that he's been depressed lately because we have poor communication, so his sexual desire has been low, he doesn't feel like doing it, but yet he has no problem jacking off to porn and having a sexless relationship with me.

When I caught him the second time I exploded and screamed on his face, that if he doesn't like me anymore he should just leave instead of playing me this way. He promises me he still likes and loves me and he still finds me hot and attractive, and that he would rather have sex with me, that he just has a problem. He told me the only reason he hadn't gone to see a therapist is because of money. So I found a therapist who agreed to let him see one of his interns and pay $20 per session. He's been to one session so far and is supposed to have his second one tomorrow.

But MY problem is that now I'm traumatized. Ever since I caught him the first time, I noticed myself getting paranoid. I would sometimes wake up at night and he was still up, watching stuff on his phone (netflix), and I would get paranoid that he'd be watching porn. So I'd just lay there pretending to be asleep and listening to see if I could hear him jacking off (the sound became burned in my mind after the first time I caught him). It started happening a lot. I'm sure my mind started playing tricks on me, because a lot of the times I think I hear him doing something, but I can never be quite sure. I start telling myself, "He's just gotten really good at hiding it".
Basically every time I fall asleep by him I wake up with this panicky feeling. If I'd fall asleep in the afternoon and wake up, maybe he'd be in the bathroom, then I'd start panicking and thinking he's jacking off to porn in the bathroom, or while taking a shower, etc.

Last night was the worst. I woke up and thought I heard him put some saliva on his hand and jack off, and I woke up into a panic. I got up, half asleep, asked if he was watching porn, and he showed me Futurama playing on his phone. But I was shaking, I ran to the bathroom and threw up. I stayed there shaking and crying for a long while, and realized I had given myself a panic attack. He stayed outside the door asking if I was ok and waiting for me to come out. I came out but couldn't stand up for long, so I just went back to bed and fell asleep.

This morning he acted like nothing happened. He kissed me and played with me like he usually does, got me up to eat breakfast with him, told me about some weird dream he had, and left for work.

First question: Should I bring this up with him and tell him I had a panic attack?

Second: How do I deal with this trauma/paranoia I developed? I imagine he's doing something even when he isn't.

I really want to see a therapist but I have no money, and I won't be able to see a free one until my classes start two weeks from now - if they have one available.

Sorry for the long post and thank you in advance.