Once my mum found the crappy lewd drawings I did, thankfully it wasn't fetish art and I'm pretty sure she forgot about it. And that's why I thre it all way soon after.
Honestly this has never really affected me in real life except for this one really specific time when I was at a haunted house attraction with my parents and sister the theme was that it was supposed to be a creepy asylum that did experiments on people and they were treating you like a patient. At the start you were supposed to go through a room that "conditioned" you to be a patient, but all that happened was they projected stereotypical spiral in a darkened room. It was all played up to be scary of course so really I just didn't play along and looked away feeling slightly awkward. Luckily it didn't last long either.
geekgirl8 said:
Oh no, having to read a section in a book where someone is mind-controlled aloud to people was so embarrassing, I know the feeling. I had to read some kind of wacky alien invasion book in elementary school (I think it was called Zombie Surf Commandos from Mars or something) where the aliens ate people's brains and made them into monotone zombies and that was hellish to hear/read aloud with my schoolmates present.
Then, why did you write a story about that if you knew it'd be awkward?