does anyone else experience extreme guilt over hurting bugs? there was a bit on my windshield today and i knew it wasn’t hurting me but i went to wipe it off anyways. i don’t know why i did that but i feel extremely bad
I feel bad as well, I try to catch and release bugs from my house but then there are these small black ants that I can’t stand and I question my morals like I like protecting everything else but I don’t like protecting ants? It doesn’t make sense.
I feel like a hypocrite. I am an ethical vegan. Have been for many years. I protect all animals, even rats,.... But due to my ocd, I can't stand small flies, mosquitos or other flying tiny bugs, so I react. I protect spiders,... anything that doesn't fly. I am scared that the flying ones would contaminate my food... Especially in the kitchen I freak out. I don't mind them in the living room or bedroom. It rarely happens. But when it does and if it is in the kitchen, my anxiety flairs up, I start to feel dirty even if I am sure that they didn't touch me. I just don't feel ok until I know they are either gone out of the windows or... I feel soooo terrible after. I try not to kill or harm any of them But from time to time my bad ocd-driven me, goes against all I stand for.
Sometimes, though there are just some bugs I can’t catch and release so I end up flushing them.
I completely understand. I thought I killed a spider one time, and I was afraid that it would come and retaliate when I was asleep lol. I don’t like hurting bugs, and I feel so bad, but that shows that we are empathetic people
Yeah. 🙏👍😊
Exactly. I also catch and release bugs. Even flies. Even the little flies. I try to direct flies and mosquitoes out of the room. But then, sometimes it just feels overwhelming and I turn into Mr. Hyde. I always feel bad. My typical reaction is, I say to myself out loud, " Some vegan you are!". I also don't like ants in my home, and I am lucky I almost never see them inside. I would though try to direct them onto a sheet of paper and take them out. I love watching them outside. They are so hardworking and incredibly organized. Like another world within this one. How can we protect some living creatures and without a thought kill others?! I try my best not to do harm even to those annoying bugs. I know they are also just trying to survive. If my bad side sometimes gets the better of me, I hope I can forgive myself. I am my own worst judge.
my cat was smelling my other cat's bottom so to get him away i like quick "slapped" with the dorsal of the hand on his face and i got afraid that i did too hard so i compulsively did it again with similar strenght that i used to check if he was hurt and i regret it, like it wasn't a hard slap meant to hurt, but i did that impulsively and maybe i exceeded a bit over the limit in which it doesn't hurt. like he definetely reacted but i don't know if he was hurt, like he reacted in the moment but nothiny else, and he's lovey dovey. i dont think he was hurt but i feel bad. because if i did it once as a mistake i shouldn't have done the same thing again. i feel like an abuser. there are many things that are happening to me and im getting overwhelmed and i dont know how much longer i can hold on. because one thing i can't do is to forgive myself over mistakes.
I look back at various past events in my life where I said or did things that I feel really guilty, disgusted, and ashamed about. I replay them in my head for hours. I feel anxious about crossing paths with people that I've hurt or upset in the past or who perceive me badly, to the point that I will avoid going out in public as much as possible. I go out for work, errands, appointments, and occasionally to eat (even though those all give me a lot of anxiety), but I avoid community events where people might recognize me and I tend to isolate myself. The only people I see regularly are my boyfriend, my parents, and my coworkers. I live in a small community and I'm worried about people confronting me publicly and proving what a bad person I must be.
cause immense guilt when receiving gifts? Or when someone is nice to you, the guilt just floods every vein of your existence. I feel so awful :( awful about my compulsions, about some of my thoughts, about who OCD has made me. My boyfriend just gifted me something, and I have such a heavy feeling in my chest. Worst part is: when I’m not feeling guilty I’m spiraling over that gift was enough, if it could’ve been “better.” I feel like an idiot. I don’t understand why I’m like this
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