I wrote this down on a notepad today, during my lunch break. I realised that our VDU's at work are being captured, so opted out of posting at work from now on. Here it is.
I had a major anxiety attack today when talking to Harry. Harry is an amazing guy, very creative and often submits his plays/stories to the BBC. I asked him if he was doing a sequel to his amateur play I watched last year 'shite christmas' that he would direct. He talked about it with me and told me that his brother came out (as gay) after watching his production. I became incredibly anxious and started burning up, sweaty. I worried that I would become a paedophile, because his brothers coming out was the realisation of who he was.
Now I'm having trouble and this is what happened, during my days when I became scared that I was gay and transsexual - It feels real and almost right.
We continued talking about his ideas - The conversation flowed, as he did most of the talking. I compared some of his elements to 1984 and the film Surrogates. The subject then veered onto another of his ideas, a controversial play about a reformed paedophile. I started to tell him about the type of OCD that afflicts people with paedophile thoughts. This was a bad idea. Anxiety really took hold of me and I was uncomfortable and sweaty when I tried to explain exposure therapy. I started thinking that I wanted to do these acts and I couldn't concentrate. I'm pretty certain he asked me if this was my affliction, but avoided the answer. I felt so guilty, because I wanted to come out as a pedo.
As a result, I became an anxious wreck until the end of my shift.
I don't know what to do, because its really sent me back to the dark ages in terms of thinking.
Giles
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