It's over.  It's not happening anymore.  Whatever may be happening now is a different matter.  But what was happening years ago, for whatever reason you still think about it, or see it happening, you can take comfort in knowing it is not happening anymore.

By thinking about it, all I'm doing is indulging the sickness.  I'm a sick man; I'm a—no time for jokes!  

By thinking about I'm inviting it.

How do I stop it?

I can only accept.

I can only accept it.

I can only accept it.

I can only accept it. 

I can only accept it.

I can only accept it.

I can only accept it.

I can only accept it.

I can only accept it.

I can only accept it,