Rant
I dunno if this is just a me thing but I would really like to know why I like this the way I do let alone at all. Not why as in; it’s a manifestation of trauma etc. But why as in; why did my brain choose vore of all things instead of something more normal. Something that would put mean I’d worry of every getting “found out” and trying to explain myself. I suspect that this is enhanced by my autism, so it doesn’t help.
Because surely that wasn’t the actual reason I like this thing, some factor that I might have had control over. I could list so many things but I can’t really test those things. So I’ll never get an answer that will be sufficient. This feeling has continued to exist despite my (successful) work on not seeing this as a bad thing and something that I shouldn’t be ashamed of.