Yeah.
Childhood experiences made me what I am, whatever the hell that is. Namely, harsh religious indoctrination (snake handlers & poison drinkers, the works.) It had the opposite effect intended on me, (and many others in my position, I still wonder why the "powers that be" in the church haven't seemed to notice this.) Anyway, I came out of my teens ready to do all the things that were "evil" or "wicked" or "not allowed," and haven't changed much over the last 40 years. The only thing I don't allow myself to do is set foot in a church.
"Naughty" gets me off big time, and most of what I consider "naughty" is childhood shit, little girls in dresses showing their panties, shit like that. Why my development stalled there is unknown to me, I don't know if I can actually blame that on my upbringing, but I think it's from "unfulfilled" longings of childhood or early teenhood. My strict upbringing was contrasted with living isolated on a farm in close contact with two sisters and two stepsisters, and that isolation pushed me into a physical (and spiritual) relationship during my teens with my older sister that continues to this day (that one I don't regret.)
In a way, I can't complain about my childhood, like I said, it gave me a strong reaction to "NAUGHTY," (I capitalized that on purpose.) Wicked shit gets me off big time. Some of it is thinking what family & friends would think of what I'm doing. Some of it is just wallowing in the sheer "evil wickedness" of what I'm doing. To me, families where sex is no big deal would be deadly boring. Remembering my sister sneaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night... that shit gets me off, big time. And although you'd almost think it might have, I didn't go in the direction of sado-masochism or de Sade-ish debauchery, I like it when people get along and every one is happy. I just like for them to be doing wicked shit.
Okay, that's a peek into the window of my soul*. I love to speculate and talk about stuff like this, and could go on for pages, but out of sympathy for you folks I've made it short. Finally, after years of silence, getting to talk about stuff like this (within reason and ages omitted) has been a great comfort to me. (For many years I thought I was the only one in the world that had thoughts like this.)
Thanks for asking that one! Sorry if I passed beyond the scope of your original question...
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*Actually, I don't believe in souls. I don't really believe in anything, other than the fact that the human race doesn't even know 0.0001% of what's out there in the universe, and probably never will. Life after death? Magical gaseous invertebrates? Prove it, and I'll believe the hell out of it.