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Dreams I’ve had regarding POCD
Extra trigger warning for POCD cause what I’m going to talk about is highly disturbing. Like, for real. I had POCD start to surface when someone close to me was born. I have a hard time relating to and socializing with people and I always have, but my love for my him was amazing, and helped me turn around a few bad habits in myself so I could make sure I could be there for him But I quickly realized how I had internalized the message homophobes give in that gay men are dangerous to children and would feel very anxious changing him or if he was being bathed by his parents. I won’t bathe him and I try my best not to be the one to change him (I live with him and his parents) because the thought of touching him while naked was giving me anxiety, and it of course worked it’s to way to unspeakable intrusive thoughts I learned about POCD and tried to simply not give the anxious thoughts attention and just go about my life and it was working okay for a few months But recently I’ve started to have the most horrible dreams that I wouldn’t wish on anyone. The first I was uhh… uncontrollably “finishing” with him in the room and then a literal snake came out of me. That sent me on a five hour panic attack spiral and I couldn’t look anyone in my family in the eye for a week or so. Then on the second one, I was in the bath with him, not doing anything just in the bath with him. And my family “caught” me, wouldn’t even give me a chance to explain that I was just giving him a bath. and both his family sides were relentlessly judging me and threatening me And the third dream was the most intense realistic and vivid dream I’ve ever had in my life. I know it was a false memory but it felt like a forgotten memory, and it was me as a young baby being held captive by some man in an orange shirt, he felt like a neighbor or someone familiar. I know none of it ever happened but I could feel it in my body in real time as the dream was happening it was the craziest experience of my entire life I’m a very objective person. I know what I’m afraid of here, where the fear stems from, and that none of these thoughts or feelings are true. And yet… the OCD continues. In fact, it’s gotten worse. The intrusive thoughts used to only be about this specific child; now it’s about random children in public. Any time a stranger stares at me I think “they know and they’re going to tell”. I don’t even know what I want to accomplish with this. I just feel like I had to get it off my chest because obviously I can’t talk about any of this with my family. I’m just glad there’s a space available with people who understand. I would seriously rather be terminally ill than to have POCD