How weird was this as a child?
I've never told anyone this story but when I was 5 I was really obsessed with butts. I was chasing around my older sister trying to pull down her pants to see her butt and annoying her about it. I also chased around girls while in daycare.
One day a boy saw that I was obsessive and offered to show me his butt, which he did. This started a friendship where he'd show me on demand (I'd pull his waistband to get a look or we'd go somewhere private). I really liked it but I couldn't articulate it. I felt like I was looking at something "secret" I guess. It made me feel funny.
I started thinking about it again lately when thinking about how maladjusted and autistic I am in general with my fixation on butts. Around that time, or maybe a bit after, I realized that touching myself to those thoughts made me feel good, so I did it often, rubbing myself, which got the attention of teachers. I was punished for it so I did in private, but it never stopped, to the point where I can't even pinpoint when it became a "sexual" thing. There was no awakening. It was more of a gradual thing. One day I realized I came now, but the feelings were already there, and they've been stunted that way since. I masturbate a lot but don't desire sex. Sex has never really interested me.
It just feels very weird and wrong, since most people don't develop these feelings until later. I think whenever I shared these thoughts about butts (mine or others) to other kids they just looked at me weird. It wasn't a haha funny thing, I was just very oddly fascinated at that level of vulnerability, maybe even a bit of power over someone else. It makes me wonder wtf happened that I don't remember or have repressed.
One day a boy saw that I was obsessive and offered to show me his butt, which he did. This started a friendship where he'd show me on demand (I'd pull his waistband to get a look or we'd go somewhere private). I really liked it but I couldn't articulate it. I felt like I was looking at something "secret" I guess. It made me feel funny.
I started thinking about it again lately when thinking about how maladjusted and autistic I am in general with my fixation on butts. Around that time, or maybe a bit after, I realized that touching myself to those thoughts made me feel good, so I did it often, rubbing myself, which got the attention of teachers. I was punished for it so I did in private, but it never stopped, to the point where I can't even pinpoint when it became a "sexual" thing. There was no awakening. It was more of a gradual thing. One day I realized I came now, but the feelings were already there, and they've been stunted that way since. I masturbate a lot but don't desire sex. Sex has never really interested me.
It just feels very weird and wrong, since most people don't develop these feelings until later. I think whenever I shared these thoughts about butts (mine or others) to other kids they just looked at me weird. It wasn't a haha funny thing, I was just very oddly fascinated at that level of vulnerability, maybe even a bit of power over someone else. It makes me wonder wtf happened that I don't remember or have repressed.