In the past few years, I’ve started to fantasize about my father. He wasn’t there very much when I was a kid, and I never suffered any s***** abuse. He is unreliable, and on more than one occasion he’s abandoned his responsibilities towards me, his only child, in favour of some girlfriend or other. I left home at 15 and went to him, but he never bought groceries for the house or really spent time with me when I needed him the most. I guess I got to thinking that the only way I could be good enough to have my father consistently be around was if I could please him better than they could. The taboo of the idea gets me off, it’s my go-to quickest way to finish, but I feel bad afterwards. People have suffered horrific abuse that they try their whole lives to escape, and here I am, fantasizing about my deadbeat dad f****** me.
Ugh.
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I know it doesn’t mean anything, coming from me, but really, don’t beat yourself up over it. We ALL have “sick” fantasies like that we’d never otherwise confess to, and yours isn’t even sick at all.
I pressed thumbs up because at least you acknowledged it’s not healthy.