It started when I watched the Human Centipede. I went to go to the bathroom and there was a little speckle of poop stuck to my butt. I got it on my finger and licked it. I don't know how else to describe it, it was kind of spicy, it didn't taste good, but it didn't taste bad. It's kind of an acquired taste. I started looking forward to everytime I went to the bathroom, I would poop a little into my hand and taste it. What fascinated me is it tastes different everytime. I started writing a log of what I ate and how it affected the taste of my poop 24 hours later. My mom found my log and says I need help, she thinks I'm a monster. She can't even look at me. I don't know what to do. She doesn't know what to do and we haven't talked in a month. Please help me, I feel so alone. I don't even know what to do anymore.