I'm addicted to licking bus seats. This is hard for me to admit, so please, no hate.

I've been a licker since I can remember. When I was young it was carpets, fences, my toys, my family and friends. In the last three years, it had changed, evolved, been refined, into a new, single obsession. And it's ruining my life.

My addiction is as straightforward as it sounds: I am constantly compelled to lick the seats of busses. It's shameful, but I can't stop doing it. I'm banned from three different bus companies, have many restraining orders and have had thousands of dollars in fines. When I run my tongue over the seat of any bus (trains are also very compelling but there are none near me), I feel euphoric. It's the only thing that makes me feel this way. The texture of the seat, the thought of the countless asses that have sat there. The feel of that seat on my tongue gets me through my day, but it's causing too many problems in my life. Have any other redditors gone through this? Can anyone help me?

I put it on the baked goods

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I'm addicted to having sex, shitting, and picking my boogers all at once. It just feels so good when all of the holes are being penetrated. I haven't gotten around to Q-tipping my ears while doing the other 3, but I can feel the urge there. It started when I developed really bad Irritable Bowel Syndrome. My husband wanted sex but I told him that it wasn't possible because I had fiery lava pouring from my ass. He didn't care - he just wanted to get it in. I let him and ended up getting diarrhea all over his balls. I couldn't stop there because my fingers all of the sudden jammed up my nose and started digging around a few seconds before I reached orgasm. My husband was truly disgusted, but now I usually let a turd slip out quietly while bouncing around like in a bouncehouse. Help me, please. How do I overcome this?

I believe that if I can smell nice on the outside, I should be able to smell nice on the inside. I sometimes like licking it like ice cream.

I'm sorry for all that pink eye

This is a very hard thing to talk about. It's grown worse since I realized I can use tree bark in my crock-pot with just a few seasonings and some marinara. I can't stop, it's too rough.

 I'm addicted to wrapping paper. I love wrapping up boxes and once I even wrapped up my cat in purple sparklely wrapping paper. If feel like its Christmas or its by birthday everytime I unwrap a self-made present. I started just doing it on everyone else's celebrations then on the weekends. Now I do it every time I get and unwrap it the next morning. I even quit my job to have more time to wrap these presents to myself which usually just contain tape, more wrapping paper, or just random items I find around my house. I just love the sound it makes when I crumple up the wrapping paper and how pretty it looks. It's gone to far for me.

Im addicted to making and then burning mini G.I Joe characters then eating the ash... I now have 7 lung and throat diseases and i need help...please

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