So there I was, in the morning, with my coffee and toast, reading the morning broadsheet rag, when I came across an article quite out of place amongst articles on Europe, economy news and war and other such benign (or not so much in the case of the last one) stories. Actually it was in a readers comment's section, which was why it seemed quite random.
It was an article about a theatre play (I think? The article isn't too clear) about some near future virtual reality sex simulator for paedophiles:
http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfre ... victimless
Against my better judgement I read it and was doing okay until I got to the part where it said:
Suited up as avatars, adults role-play paedophilia with an 11-year-old girl – or rather the avatar of an 11-year-old girl – who encourages her “abusers” to finish her off with an axe after sex.
My reaction to reading that was to hurriedly flick the pages over to get as far away from the offending article as possible and then the physical reaction was to get a hot flush and sort of hyper awareness state of whether or not I was getting aroused which seems to involve mentally focusing on my groin area to pick up "signals" of getting an erection. Additionally, it was like I could feel the anxiety flushing through my body.
I wasn't aroused from reading that paragraph but the paranoia of being turned on by something so horrific is still there and every once in awhile reading something unexpected like that causes it. I really wasn't expecting graphic details in that sort of article, more philosophical ideas about the morality of such a technology. After the initial panic that lasted maybe 15 seconds, I finished reading the rest of the article to proof to myself that I wasn't turned on by it.
This is not the first time something like that has happened and won't be the last, but I want to post this here so that people see how annoying OCD can actually be, it is the idea of being aroused by something really, really bad and not being able to help it that seems to be my obsession.
Yet days when I am living a normal life, having day to day interactions with other people I feel like OCD doesn't even exist

To summarise, this has happened before, I have got over it and realised how crazy the concept of getting turned on by something like that is and it "proving" me to be a paedophile. The reason I have posted this particular incident is because it happened today and I wanted to give a good example whilst it was still fresh in my memory. Thanks for reading this crazy thread, feel free to give your own examples of similar paranoia
