So... For the past few months, I've been dealing with what is, apparently, pedophilia-themed obsessive-compulsive disorder. Lately, it feels like there might actually be attraction, though I can't tell many things apart. I can't tell if my disgust reactions are just consciously enforced or if they're genuine. I can't tell if my arousal is indicative of sexual attraction or otherwise. I feel evil, disgusting, and like I want to die if I am what I fear. Sometimes, I have moments of "panic mode," I rage alone, cry to sleep, hate God, myself, and everybody else, and plan to starve to death. Other times, usually the day after, I test my arousal again and decide with clear certainty that I am not a pedophile, that thoughts of sex with ___ disgust me, and I don't want to do these compulsions anymore (oh, my compulsions are typically ruminating and self-testing to see if I'm aroused). I'm afraid that I'll never get to live a normal life. Before this theme, I wanted to be a dad, raise a daughter, a son, be a happy husband and father. Now, this is happening... On ######6 Christmas Eve!

So, your two cents?