- Date posted
- 3y
It’s not getting better. It’s getting worse
I’m sorry I just don’t understand I’m sad and am mourning who I was in the past and speculating if I could become her again. Im 17, but growing up I have genuinely never found anyone younger than me, and in most cases my age, attractive. I would see someone attractive, see their age and then immediately disregard any feelings or attraction I could’ve had. It would make me feel super uncomfortable and sick if I found out someone I thought was attractive was younger than me. I’d lose all feelings. Like it leaves my body. I have always only found men that are older than me or older men attractive. This is quite literally my trademark in my class, everyone knows this about me. It got to the point where my friends made jokes about “being concerned for when I turn 18” as they knew I’d go for any guy I’d see. That’s just my thing. But now I’m scared that I’ve changed. I’ve lost my usual attraction and everything is false attraction. Is that normal? Does it come back? Sounds dumb but I miss “falling in love” with every older dude I saw, it was fun. I can’t tell who I am anymore, if I’ve completely changed. The intrusive thoughts have become something else, (e.g. I lay on a blanket and now my brain is like”your laying on some preteens chest”) like what the actual hell is going on. They are so sticky I can’t ignore them. Am I becoming what I fear? Will these go away. Everything feels like it has a p undertone. I don’t even bother to push away the thoughts because my compulsions don’t even work anymore. I’ll say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ continuously and still be thinking about the thought. I don’t feel ANYTHING almost as if I don’t care. But I do care, I want to scream and cry and cut out this part of my brain and any of the memory I have of it. I don’t want any of this. I don’t want to do this anymore. Seriously this is a cry for help, will this all go away, will I become my old self again? Have I changed into a monster? Is it possible for your attractions to change? Is this POCD or am I a really fucked up person. Can pocd become real? Am I what I fear? Will I become that? I can’t keep doing this, I don’t want to. I miss the old me and I’m scared that I’ll never reach her. Please help me. Please tell me