I became obsessed with the idea of cannibalism around 6. I would imagine my stuffed animals eating me. I would go over the scene in Ella Enchanted where she's about to be eaten by ogres over and over in my head. I didn't realize it was a fetish until 13. My therapist told me that it stemmed from my fear of abandonment after my parents divorced. The timing is accurate, and you certainly can't abandon somebody that's inside of you, they're with you forever. I romanticized the idea of being eaten a lot, and almost went though with it. A 30 year old man that I had idolized for years took advantage of me in my desperate, obsessive and suicidal state when I was 17 and controlled me with the promise of making my depraved fantasy come true. But I was too difficult to control at a distance, and wasn't up to snuff (pun intended).