But it's my own fault for giving my protagonist such a wealth of psychosexual hangups, and anyway, I'd know if I cheated and would not like myself for it.

And we probably wouldn't like the character so much either. Hang-ups make the man (ooh, ooh, Sayers flashback - nine tailors make a man. Bells, hang-ups, ooh, bad pun rising from the fog, back off quickly...). But you know what I mean, of course you do - it's about honesty and complexity and (as you say) wealth. And you know you don't write for those large percentages, and doubly not for those who decide to take offence. You write for us, and we at least are grateful.