Yeah, I think it's worse when I'm reading stories about SI, actually. Books like "C*t" by Patricia McCormick. I don't know why this is...it feels so strange and I can't describe it. I feel like I'm out of touch with my feelings right now - that I do know how it feels but I can't put it into words. It's so confusing and I don't think I've actually yet brought this topic up in therapy...