This is something I have experienced. A friend of mine knew that I was a bit interested in my mother’s body and when I told her that she used to take a shower in the master bathroom with the door slightly open in the summer, she convinced me to see it. I tried to look but couldn’t because the door was too small. I reached out my phone so I could see it from the end. When I told my friend about this situation, she said something like “I think you should take a photo of it.” I am someone who gets excited easily, so the idea immediately appealed to me. I took a photo of her the next time she took a shower and thought I could show it to my friend because the idea didn’t bother me. As I showed it to my friend, she told me that I should take more pictures and that it was beautiful. Of course, I listened to her. After I showed her the photo, I thought, “Since I showed it to her, why don’t I show it to another close friend?” I showed it to her too and her reaction was not much different.
Over time, I started taking pictures of her in her underwear and revealing herself outside of the shower and started telling people about it. Everyone I told them was very interested in this topic. It became an excuse for me to talk to people. I wasn’t a very popular person, so I was very pleased that everyone I told them talked to me. But over time, I realized that I was exaggerating the situation and that I was telling people about it whenever I wanted to chat or needed to talk, and I thought this had to end.
Time passed but my mind was still sharing the photos. Every time I felt bad I wanted to share the photos because I needed someone to talk to. So I decided to explain my situation on reddit. I got a lot of attention in the sub I first posted. I realized that it was good for me and I started telling my story to people on reddit. I sent the photos to a few people and even thought about opening a sub so that there would be someone else to share it with. But one day I felt like I got carried away again. I confessed to my mom what I did because she was a very easygoing person and I thought we wouldn’t have much trouble and knowing this would kill my desire. My mom took it badly and said “it’s okay if you don’t do it anymore and my face isn’t visible.”
Explaining this to my mother really killed the desire inside me for a long time. But recently, as I felt pressured, this desire came back. Even though I don’t know the exact solution, I know that telling this story will always be good.
