I makeup characters in my head. All these characters are women. I am a woman myself. I would make stories about me and these characters. They only reason I did this was because of my anxiety. These stories were very innocent at first. These characters are like real people to me. Over time these stories got disgusting. Like I would r*** these innocent women. In real life I don’t condone r*** and I have no desire to r*** anyone. I was actually molested by my older brother when I was seven. These fantasies disgust me and makes me feel like a monster. But somehow I still do this. I think I need help.