Hello all,
I'm glad to have found this site, as it seems like a good place to get advice on things that I would otherwise be mortified to talk to others about. Please bear with me me if what I'm about to say is completely disorganized - my thoughts are scattered. Since I've never before spoken about this, it will be hard to write everything out.
For as far back as I can remember, I have had a really weird fetish. I've always been turned on by the stomachs of other guys. One of my earliest memories was getting turned on as a toddler, while in the arms of a family friend as he held me at the beach. At the time, I didn't even know what an erection was...only that it felt good.
As the years went by, I paid little attention to the fact that I had this fetish even though shirtless guys always turned me on. Even throughout my adolescence, when I would google images of guys' stomachs, it never once occurred to me that something was wrong. This is where things started to get bad.
When I was in middle school (14-15 years old), My little brother (of 5 years) would always bring his friends over. I would always hang around them and try to get them to show me their stomachs. Some of them did and even let me touch it. I never was interested in their genitals, only the stomach. Sick, huh? It didn't take me long to realize that what I was doing was wrong. The thing is that I'm not a pedophile. I only touched their stomachs because it was kind of an outlet for my fetish. At the time, I wasn't really aware that what I was doing was WRONG...I just figured that, since they were considerably younger, they wouldn't judge me. I knew that if I tried the same thing with older boys, I'd be made fun of or reprimanded. After middle school, I distanced myself away from my little brother and his friends. I think I did it just in time to avoid looking like a total creep. While I didn't make it obvious that their stomachs turned me on, I still feel awkward when I see them because they probably know (or will know when they learn about sexuality) that I'm pretty sick. Thing is, I'm not a pedophile - I am just not attracted to kids - but I'm sure I came off like one at the time.
When I reflect on my past, I feel sick. At the time I couldn't help myself because I didn't fully understand what I was doing. Once I realized that my fetish was in fact...a fetish, I repressed myself sexually. Throughout high school I never had any relationships or found myself attracted to anyone; the fetish was (and still is) the only thing that can turn me on. Today, I find myself severely depressed. I am tormented by my past (and will be forever), but cannot hope for a better future. I feel like a really sick person. I also feel that the fetish will control my life. I'm currently seeing a therapist and am planning on talking about my fetish...I just don't know whether i should tell her about my little brother's friends, because I don't want her to label me as a pedophile. I don't know what kind of advice you guys can give me...but any would be appreciated. I feel almost suicidal.