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Sexual intrusive thoughts
Often, I think that having violent intrusive thoughts is so much better than when they’re sexual. I mean, it’s exhausting— even the simplest actions can set them off. And it’s not that I only have these thoughts, I do have violent intrusive thoughts as well, but I believe that being physically violent with someone is, in a way, better than forcing yourself upon someone. For so long, I’ve thought myself disgusting and gross and repulsive and I’ve found myself sobbing over it in the past because I do dearly yearn to be normal. To not have these thoughts because by god, they are awful. I feel guilt looking into their eyes. I feel shame when I see statues of them playing. I can’t even call them what they are, can’t even type it. It’s awful and I’ve come to understand that these thoughts are rooted in my fear of it, in my strong sense of morality and what is and isn’t wrong. This, too, shall pass. I swear it.