...as a child, I mainly had them because I was deathly afraid of people dislikig me and that there was something wrong with me. I was also afraid of my mom. Eventually, I assumed that it was all because of my homosexuality, but, over time, I've realized that it's a lot more complicated than that. These days, my anxiety comes from the fear of someone assuming that I'm a pedophile, because of how friendly I am to children, and then taking actions that would result in people not letting me take care of them anymore. I'm not good at lying, so I know I would break if someone confronted me and asked me if I am one. If that happened, I think that might be the one thing that would push me to suicide. |