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- 2y
It gets better
I have been dealing with Hocd for almost a decade and I never knew that Hocd existed until about 2-3 years ago. I always identified as a straight/heterosexual female for the longest time, for the last 22 years. Always liked guys, had crushes on guys; found men attractive only. I started becoming curious around the age of 12 and looked up girls kissing on YouTube. As a 12 year old, I was intrigued but did not want to participate in anything like that. Little but little became more and more curious and began to watch lesbian porn; never wanted to participate, never imagined myself being with a girl. I always wanted a boyfriend, a husband; that’s all I dreamt about. My Hocd really began when I was 15 and still watching porn and began questioning my sexuality. It became an addiction. It was downhill from there. The amount of anxiety I would experience would last days to weeks and sometimes even months. And then one day, the thoughts would go away. Life would be normal, and then out of nowhere; I would be triggered. Keep in mind, from the ages of 3-22 years old, I only wanted to be with a guy. Never with a woman. Don’t get me wrong, I find women attractive and a woman’s body is beautiful but to be with a woman was never in my plans. Anything lgbtq would trigger me or girls coming out would trigger me. Social media became a trigger as well. Nothing against the community. My Hocd began to go away around 2018 because I was talking to guys and becoming romantically interested in these guys. Late 2019, I fell in love with my boyfriend. The intrusive thoughts and images went away. I did not suffer anything Hocd for about 6 months. I was in heaven. Then the pandemic hit, it was downhill from there. Started experiencing immense anxiety, panic attacks, loss of breath, stomach ruptures and aches from the amount of anxiety I experience. I began having insane insomnia, didn’t want to eat. My thoughts consumed me. I couldn’t enjoy life. I started worrying about my relationship, the best thing that ever happened to me. My world felt like it was ending. I began going to therapy that August. I was starting to feel a bit better. I only went to therapy for a few months thinking it would the trick, I was wrong. Everything came back at full force. It was horrible because my boyfriend is my everything. My saving grace. He supported me through it all. He knows about my Hocd and wanted to help me. I don’t regret telling him. Telling him and him supporting me brought us closer. I had a recently flare up in early February and just have been going through it since. Lost about 10 pounds from not being able to eat. Today was the first day since February that I feel genuinely good, somewhat normal. And yes, I am still with my boyfriend and he still supports me through it all. Sometime the thoughts aren’t loud, they stay low or quiet. When I’m with him, the thoughts don’t even exist. He makes my world calm. Ladies and gentlemen, be honest with your partner. If they support you and want to be there for you, they are your person. If they don’t support it or don’t want to understand it, that’s another thing. Tell them, they’re apart of your world.