I've still got mixed feelings about it. A year or so ago, I had finally gotten to the point where I felt that there was nothing wrong with me, and from everything I had read here, and from news articles/advice columns concerning fetishes, in general, where the consensus seems to be there's nothing wrong with deviant sexual practices as long as all parties involved are consenting.
I don't want to go into too much detail about what's flipped that mindset around, again, but I'd never brag about it to anyone. Something else that comes to mind is something an old supervisor said once (not about sexual fetishes, but a general discussion to a bunch of troops about things you shouldn't do that could get you in trouble.) that goes, "If it's something you wouldn't brag to Mom about, you probably shouldn't be doing it."
I know that statement's a bit of a stretch when tied to sexual activities, but in general, it's something I'd like to keep private.
Something else that bothers me is the fact that I'm a father, now. My son crawls like a champ, will be walking on his own any day now, and eventually will grow old enough to be a curious, coherent conversationalist, who I REALLY don't want to wander into our closet and stumble across the shoe box containing wrist and ankle cuffs, blindfolds, and such. They haven't been used in a long time, but I still don't want to get rid of them. I'd really like to play again, but I just don't see it happening. I don't know. I miss it, but this fetish seems more of a pain in the ass for me than anything else.
I thank God that my interests are not so deeply ingrained that I can't have sex without them. One thing I think I understand is that it's not just tickling I enjoy, but it's affection that turns me on, and I associate tickling with affection.
Overall, at times I think I wish I could be "cured," but something tells me it's still not wrong, and it'd be like being "cured" of being attracted to women. The thought of being "cured" kinda bothers me, like I'd be getting a lobotomy, or something.
I also spend a large portion of my day preoccupied with thoughts of this fetish, which bothers me, because I don't enjoy or look forward to anything except work and watching WWE. Everything else just seems like a time-passer.
Yeah, I think I'm ashamed.