i had kind of… the opposite? i look back at childhood pictures i drew and i noticed i drew a lot of people dying and stuff? but i was the baby of the family so i was treated with a lot of love. when i got older i got really depressed and stuff, and when i was 15 something traumatic happened to me, and the whole drawing dead/abused people stopped. (except i ended up getting an interest with vomit?)
i never witnessed anyone die. dead people dont turn me on. real dead people freak me out. when i was 13 that's when it was at it's peak. i have no clue what it's about. ive never spoken to my therapist about it. i probably sound like a serial killer in the making right now.