when I was young I had a weird obsession of imagining naked women. But that just sounds normal…right???
I was in first or maybe second grade. I am not sure. But I remember vividly. It was my class teacher. The weird and scary part was… I didn’t just imagine her naked, she was a corpse and she was hanging on a noose. I preferred to imagine that she was hanging in front of me. I am sure there were some elements of sexuality involved… but I was too young to really quantify it.
When I was in fifth grade, I used to get hard by hurting ants. Pulling their legs apart, drowning them etc.
On the face of it, I must be a classic case of a deranged and psychotic person, but I turned out to be a normal person. No body has been hurt yet, and I am not planning to hurt anyone either.
It bothers me that I had such thoughts to start with.