A while back I used to like cub porn. I don't know how I could have ever liked the stuff, I blame it on being a horny teen who didn't know any better.
I have a theory that at a young age I was exposed to the Japanese kemono aesthetic and unfortunately that has a lot of overlap with cub content. It was more about the look of it, that "cute" aesthetic, and I honest to God thought it was miniature adults. If it was explicitly or intended to be minors then all bets were off.
Yet throughout all of this, I never experienced any real-life pedophilia. I was more than willing to denounce and condemn it because I never wanted to be associated with that.
And I never experienced an affinity to actual shota porn. I don't know why there was a disconnect in my mind saying "furry good human bad," but now that I realise that I writhe in regret.
Then I received medication and therapy for it, and that's when I began to see it as wrong and fucked up, and reminisced how I've been shut out of so many safe spaces and lost so many friends because of it, not to mention what would have happened if my parents found out.
Nowadays I constantly live in regret and shame for it, and I don't think I'll ever be able to heal. And I'm probably gonna be on medication for the rest of my life due to having a myriad of other neurological conditions.
I can't ever forgive myself for having been into something so dangerous and degenerate as that, and when I think about the possible real world implications of it (like how many people who are into it tend to be interested in actual minors, which is the opposite of what I want to be), I often cry about it because it's so goddamn upsetting and I regret it so much.
And one time during a medication transition my OCD came back and in a haze of anxiety I ended up saying out loud in a group chat I was in that I was afraid of relapsing and they banned me, and the way I reacted and repeatedly harassed the admins afterwards to try to "explain" myself only made things worse and now I regret everything that I did. People now think I'm a pedophile and I don't ever want to be known as that, much less actually be one. This truly is the worst thing that's ever happened to me and I writhe in shame and regret over it.
I don't know what to tell myself, nor how to recover from this, because what I was into was not okay and what all resulted from it. I genuinely want to die because of it and I don't know what I can do.
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