Last post about the topic. Read more because I'm better and I'm not going to bother everyone with this.
I think that a certain story worked as the eye-opening experience for me. What made me realize how much incest was fucked up.
I don't remember how I ended up reading it, I think that someone commented it in Tumblr and I just felt curious enough to give it a look. Yeah, it was incest. At the time I thought that it was disturbing, yes, but I wasn't nearly as bothered as I am now.
But it was the most disturbing read I had in a long, long while. It opened my eyes to just how much a human mind needed to be broken to love a family member in that way... About how that obsession derailed minds. That it was, the thought later came to me, the only way to force such a feeling in a person that, naturally, wasn't going to feel in such a way.
It was obsessive, full of dependence and emotional manipulation.
You can ship that. It's fine! But don't try to paint it as a beautiful ideal because it isn't.