I'm a female in my early twenties. About five years ago I became terrified I might be a pedophile. This started after I watched copious amounts of SVU. I made myself think about a young naked girl in a bath to gauge my reaction. I guess I wasn't disgusted enough to satisfy myself (I don't recall if I was actually turned on or what, but apparently I didn't feel the "right" way). This fear evolved into hours of googling and reading online every day. eventually I had a few explicit dreams involving the obsession, which totally destroyed me. I just wanted to die. I didn't care about anything anymore. What was the point in worrying about school or work if I was a pedophile?
Over the course of about a year I managed to drag myself out of this by accepting it was possible and there was no way of knowing. Slowly the thoughts went away, there were no more dreams, I stopped googling the same things over and over. Great.
But now it's back. Started a few weeks ago over me feeling gross, like a freak, that I had those dreams those years ago and that I would have to carry that fact around with me forever. Now it's morphed back into the fear of being a pedo, but with new evidence that seems to back it up even more:
-I don't usually test myself by imagining inappropriate things and I don't want to do so, but I'm afraid I don't want to think about them ONLY because deep down I' know they would arouse me
-if I do think about, say, kissing a child, i'm afraid it doesn't disgust me nearly as much as it should, or that I'm forcing myself to stop thinking about it but really I want to keep thinking about it
-I've been reading about "virtuous pedophiles" who do feel guilty about their attractions and would never act on them. Maybe that's what's wrong with me
-i don't know if my thoughts are intrusive enough? It's not like I get random sexual images of kids popping into my head every hour. It's more like just a constant nagging worry
-something I read recently said attraction to children can come and go. Maybe that's why this went away for a few years

-I'm scared I'm too worried about the reactions of other people and not worried enough about it being morally wrong (which I know it is, but maybe I'm only concerned because I know other people hate pedophiles more than anything) like I start crying when I think about my boyfriend and how disgusted he'd be if he knew about this
-I'm starting to just feel kind of dead inside toward this. Like I'm not feeling ENOUGH anxiety about it anymore, which is causing me to feel worse and more like a pedophile
I'm sorry that was so long, any response would help. This is so effing miserable. I wish I could go back in time. Thanks for reading