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 - OCD Conqueror
 
- Date posted
 - 2y
 
Admitting?
I think my ocd is making me have an urge to “just admit something”. Has anyone else had this feeling?
I think my ocd is making me have an urge to “just admit something”. Has anyone else had this feeling?
Yes, I have experienced this too. It is a compulsion called confessing. It’s where you have this intense need to tell someone something that you did or said. For me it happens usually when whatever it was that I did or said is making me feel bad about myself. Then for me, I want to feel better about myself & my ocd says confessing it to someone will make me feel better. For me it also goes right along with another compulsion, that is reassurance seeking from others. Try to sit with how you are feeling. Allow the distress to be there without doing a compulsion. The anxiety you feel will rise the longer you sit with it, but eventually it will come down on it’s own. You can do it. Your brain will say that you can’t handle feeling the distress you are feeling, but you can. It just takes lots of practice. And lots of having compassion for yourself while you do this.
@Trish1014 Can/have you felt a compulsion to confess to your self? Or is it only compulsion confessing when it is to others
@Keepongoing For me it is mostly to my therapists over the years. Sometimes it will be like finally admitting it to myself, as well as while I am confessing it too.
Yep, all the time, allthough lately it doesn't feel like an urge, just something I wanted to do, withouth much anxiety
Yes I have as well. Since you have soocd under one of your tags and is what I struggle with that mainly its what I can relate to. For me it made me almost come out to my family and it felt that I really wanted to. The thought came into my head again It was scary but I had to ignore it. Funnily enough I imagined a whole scenario in which I did come out to my family and ended my relationship due it . I laughed at it. But yes all in all, it is one of the things of ocd.
@Anonymous Thank you for your response! This is the theme I struggle with the most :( Certainly I keep getting stuck in the backdoor spike and the cycle starts again
I’ve been feeling the compulsion of confession again. I hate confessing things to my boyfriend I don’t want him to carry the burden. I’d rather hurt than him hurt. But I feel I did something wrong and he needs to know. Like I need to be punished or something. I may be over reacting to it but I just feel guilty and I had a panic attack when I woke up yesterday. I would never cheat on him. Just making guys laugh I feel like I am doing him wrong or flirting. And then when I notice it I just feel awful. I just want to be liked and noticed not romantically but just as a human. I don’t know why I act like this and feel the need to tell him as if I slept with someone. I think it’s attacking my biggest fear which is losing him. Does anyone have experience with this?
I can’t help but feel so anxious because of guilt. I feel guilty about not sharing everything about my OCD to my partner, but because I understand that confession itself is a compulsion and would not help anyone. I feel so anxious too that if all my fears come true and she finds out, then it would be so devastating for everyone especially her. Does anyone feel the same thing? How could I change my perspective on this?
Does anyone feel the urge to confess secrets even though they’re not yours to share? My husband told me about a traumatic event he had and trusts me to keep the secret. It has NOTHING to do with me at all. And my brain is making me feel like I need or want to tell someone. I want to be trustworthy and my brain is making me feel like I’m not because of this obsession. It’s so confusing because I know I don’t need to but I feel like I “want to” because of the OCD anxiety? And the feeling of wanting to makes me feel more anxious and like a terrible person. I have confessed literally everything to my mom about my thoughts so she’s my safe person. And I had an emotionally abusive dad (probably how I got OCD at a young age - like 8 years old) that has now passed away. So confiding in her even with intrusive thoughts and messed up shit was safe for me. Does my brain feel like I need to tell her just because she’s my safe person? I hate the feeling of me “wanting” to tell at all too and can’t tell if it’s real and it’s making me feel like a horrible person. I literally have no secrets myself. His mom knows and so do I. So I’m not the only one that knows. But why is my brain doing this? It’s spiraling me out and has been for a few days. But I want to keep the secret because it’s HIS and it doesn’t affect me in any way. I mean sure I feel bad for him - but it’s from his past before we even met? Someone please help me rationalize why I feel these things and why it’s so confusing to know if you actually “want” to do something or if it’s OCD? It’s causing a deep anxiety pit in my stomach and has been for days now.
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