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The first intrusive thought I clearly remember happened when I was 8. I had gone with my family to an amusement part and my dad and I were on the Ferris wheel. We ended up stuck and the top. I completely freaked out. I remember thinking that I was going to fall out and that the ferris wheel was going to break and my dad and I were going to fall to our deaths. I remember saying "I don't like this. Why aren't we moving? I don't like this" my dad tried telling me to just calm down and explained that we needed to wait so other people could get on. It felt like an eternity before it started moving again. I couldn't wait to get off that thing. Haven't been on a ferris wheel since. I'm now 45. I have been afraid of heights for as long as I can remember. I also have an irrational fear of bridges especially if I walk over them.
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I was 11 too when I discovered masturbation and feeled extreme guilt and felt like I had done a massive sin after ejaculation. Then I stopped for a long time until I realized that thwre was nothing wrong about it
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When I was 6, I thought that if I thought about vomit I would puke, but then I couldn't stop thinking about vomit and got scared and started crying. Dad asked me what was wrong, and I told him that there were "bad things in my head". He was very confused.
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Do you have that vomit fear still?
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@positivityyyyy No. It evolved to other things. Now my main obsession is uncontrolled weight gain.
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@positivityyyyy I do
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When I first I had ocd my parents didn’t no wat to do I was takeing showers for 2 hours cause I’d get stuck doing rituals not noing the amount of time that had passed I had other problems to things to do long to do that’d I’d just stop I’d stop washing my hair cause it was to hard my sister kept telling me I was doing it on purpose to keep ppl from getting in the bathroom and another time my dad would do this little hand thing I did cause of mt ocd in a mean way telling the hospital to take me I’m not normal there’s something rong wit me and I didn’t no this then but my older sister had ocd when she was younger cause she was molested and she use to wash her hands till they bled I never had anything like that done to me my ocd just came when I went threw puberty but my dad doing that to me was horrifying and noing mt older sister had it wat did he do to her and she had something happen to her to cause it mental illness runs in my family my mom was anorexic when she was younger and relatives have other mental illness and drug addiction I get stuck wit ocd that ruins my life.
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I needed help and couldn’t get it cause nowere helps wit ocd noone took the time to understand me ppl were just tlk bout me cause it’s such a wierd illness most ppl are just unsympathetic and don’t want to try to relate and understand you I wish I had better help and support round me.
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Hi, I’m new to this app and newly diagnosed. Question for you all, What things did you normalize and do without a second thought that when diagnosed, you realized was actually your OCD? Mine was how concerned with germs I am. I hold my breath when I open a door so the rush of wind doesn’t infect my lungs from whatever is in the room. I thought everyone was really careful and concerned like me. But Ive learned it’s not normal the lengths I go to. What was yours?
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Last year during April I started to experience groinal responses when I looked at kids. I was terrified of what it could mean and decided to attempt two weeks later. The very next day I had those responses I decided to attempt. I didn’t really have the courage to do so at that time but I started experiencing images about disturbing things done to kids and as days went by it got worse. April 16 was the last straw and I couldn’t take it anymore. I ended up in a mental hospital but before I ended up there I had searched up what I was experiencing. That’s when I started to understand that it was OCD. I felt relieved for a few moments until I felt the urge to get more information. I saw lots and lots of things and many comments saying that it wasn’t normal and that people who went through this were disgusting people who shouldn’t be allowed to roam free. That’s when my anxiety and fear became worse and I tried to get rid of it but nothing worked. I shook the entire time I was awake, I didn’t have motivation for anything anymore, I just felt so disgusting. In the end, I’m so glad I ended up in that mental hospital or else I wouldn’t be here with my friends and family. Thank you for reading my story, I’m so glad that I’m not alone
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