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Hello everyone—I have a problem that I never, ever imagined would happen to me, yet here I am, struggling to even believe it’s actually happening.
First, I should probably just come out and say it: I am gay. After years of denial, of questioning my own sanity, and fighting to accept who I am, I finally reached a place of self-acceptance.
Once I accepted being gay, I truly thought the worst was behind me—that nothing could stand in the way of me moving forward. I’ve survived depression, deep feelings of inadequacy, and even suicide attempts; I felt like I was finally ready to find my place in the world. I honestly believed there wasn't a single hurdle left that I couldn't clear. But just when I thought I had solved the biggest issue in my life, a new one appeared—out of nowhere.
Lately, I can't help but wonder: Why does it feel like the worst things always happen to me? Am I destined to spend my entire life just navigating one crisis after another?
To start—I know, deep down, that I am not a pedophile. I know this is all playing tricks on my mind, that it isn't reality, but there is this massive, suffocating seed of doubt inside me: What if I am? What if all these thoughts are true and I'm just refusing to admit it to myself?
It has become incredibly uncomfortable for me to be around children. If I catch myself looking their way, or if I worry that I might seem nervous, I immediately get anxious. Honestly, I feel physically ill when I'm near kids; I find myself instinctively crossing to the other side of the street just to avoid them.
The other day, I was walking with a friend, and a woman walked by with her child. As soon as I saw they were heading toward our path, I hurried my pace just to pass them quickly so I wouldn't have to look at the child. I simply don't understand how this has taken root in my head—it happened so suddenly!
I have always loved children—not in a predatory way, obviously. I used to enjoy playing with them, talking to them, laughing with them. But NOW, if I even glance at a child, my brain immediately screams that I'm a pedophile. If I were to touch a child, or hold them, or let a child sit on my lap—God forbid—I wouldn't just fear being a predator; I'd fear that I was actually committing abuse.
I have this terrifying feeling that I will never be able to act normally around children again, or worse, that if I don't "fix" this, I'll eventually become what I fear. I’m afraid to look at a child because I’m terrified that I might actually feel a sexual attraction. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. O.o I feel like I'm slowly losing my mind, like I'm going to end up in a psychiatric ward for the rest of my life. I am genuinely terrified for my mental health...
How can I walk past children completely normally like I used to—without the nervousness, the negative energy, the anxiety, or the sudden crashes in mood? How can I go back to being the person who looks at a child and that's just it? Now, I’m constantly monitoring myself, trying *not* to look. I am scared, I am in shambles, and I feel terrible.
Here is the spiral of thoughts I can't stop: What if I really am a pedophile? What if I'm not right now, but I become one later? What if I hurt a child, now or in the future? What if this never stops? What if I lose my mind entirely? What if I can never be in a relationship because of this? And so on...
Honestly, friends... I am so confused. I feel like I'm losing my very sense of self, like this isn't even happening to me, but to someone else—it feels surreal.
I have always loved children and being around them. Now, if a woman were to ask me to hold her baby, I would scramble for any excuse to say no, because if I actually did it, I would feel like an abuser.
I don't know what to think anymore. O.o I know I am not a pedophile. Children do not attract me sexually or emotionally. Yet, there is still this persistent seed of doubt within me, and it feels like it may never go away.
Let me give you some examples: I'll be walking down the street, and we all know those moments where random sexual thoughts pop into your head and you feel turned on; in that exact moment, if I look at a child, I immediately think I've become aroused by them.
Second example: Yesterday, I was flipping through a newspaper, saw a photo of two children, and my mood instantly plummeted. Then, my mind immediately drifted to some pornographic image, and I felt aroused. Later, I try to tell myself it wasn't caused by the photo, but the connection is already made in my head.
I'm also terrified that I'll create a false sensation of attraction to children, which will then reinforce the idea that I truly am a pedophile.
Anyway, that’s everything I wanted to say; I don't want to drown you all in my problems.
I love animals, and I love children—just not in a pedophilic or zoophilic way—but it doesn't matter when my brain keeps insisting otherwise.
First, I should probably just come out and say it: I am gay. After years of denial, of questioning my own sanity, and fighting to accept who I am, I finally reached a place of self-acceptance.
Once I accepted being gay, I truly thought the worst was behind me—that nothing could stand in the way of me moving forward. I’ve survived depression, deep feelings of inadequacy, and even suicide attempts; I felt like I was finally ready to find my place in the world. I honestly believed there wasn't a single hurdle left that I couldn't clear. But just when I thought I had solved the biggest issue in my life, a new one appeared—out of nowhere.
Lately, I can't help but wonder: Why does it feel like the worst things always happen to me? Am I destined to spend my entire life just navigating one crisis after another?
To start—I know, deep down, that I am not a pedophile. I know this is all playing tricks on my mind, that it isn't reality, but there is this massive, suffocating seed of doubt inside me: What if I am? What if all these thoughts are true and I'm just refusing to admit it to myself?
It has become incredibly uncomfortable for me to be around children. If I catch myself looking their way, or if I worry that I might seem nervous, I immediately get anxious. Honestly, I feel physically ill when I'm near kids; I find myself instinctively crossing to the other side of the street just to avoid them.
The other day, I was walking with a friend, and a woman walked by with her child. As soon as I saw they were heading toward our path, I hurried my pace just to pass them quickly so I wouldn't have to look at the child. I simply don't understand how this has taken root in my head—it happened so suddenly!
I have always loved children—not in a predatory way, obviously. I used to enjoy playing with them, talking to them, laughing with them. But NOW, if I even glance at a child, my brain immediately screams that I'm a pedophile. If I were to touch a child, or hold them, or let a child sit on my lap—God forbid—I wouldn't just fear being a predator; I'd fear that I was actually committing abuse.
I have this terrifying feeling that I will never be able to act normally around children again, or worse, that if I don't "fix" this, I'll eventually become what I fear. I’m afraid to look at a child because I’m terrified that I might actually feel a sexual attraction. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. O.o I feel like I'm slowly losing my mind, like I'm going to end up in a psychiatric ward for the rest of my life. I am genuinely terrified for my mental health...
How can I walk past children completely normally like I used to—without the nervousness, the negative energy, the anxiety, or the sudden crashes in mood? How can I go back to being the person who looks at a child and that's just it? Now, I’m constantly monitoring myself, trying *not* to look. I am scared, I am in shambles, and I feel terrible.
Here is the spiral of thoughts I can't stop: What if I really am a pedophile? What if I'm not right now, but I become one later? What if I hurt a child, now or in the future? What if this never stops? What if I lose my mind entirely? What if I can never be in a relationship because of this? And so on...
Honestly, friends... I am so confused. I feel like I'm losing my very sense of self, like this isn't even happening to me, but to someone else—it feels surreal.
I have always loved children and being around them. Now, if a woman were to ask me to hold her baby, I would scramble for any excuse to say no, because if I actually did it, I would feel like an abuser.
I don't know what to think anymore. O.o I know I am not a pedophile. Children do not attract me sexually or emotionally. Yet, there is still this persistent seed of doubt within me, and it feels like it may never go away.
Let me give you some examples: I'll be walking down the street, and we all know those moments where random sexual thoughts pop into your head and you feel turned on; in that exact moment, if I look at a child, I immediately think I've become aroused by them.
Second example: Yesterday, I was flipping through a newspaper, saw a photo of two children, and my mood instantly plummeted. Then, my mind immediately drifted to some pornographic image, and I felt aroused. Later, I try to tell myself it wasn't caused by the photo, but the connection is already made in my head.
I'm also terrified that I'll create a false sensation of attraction to children, which will then reinforce the idea that I truly am a pedophile.
Anyway, that’s everything I wanted to say; I don't want to drown you all in my problems.
I love animals, and I love children—just not in a pedophilic or zoophilic way—but it doesn't matter when my brain keeps insisting otherwise.