- Date posted
- 2y
I need help but there’s no one
Im 14 years old and from Texas , I’ve been struggling with extremely bad intrusive thoughts/feelings/urges since I was a child. It started off as having thoughts of hurting my little sister, and then those thoughts started turning into “urges”. And the urges are what really made me suffer. I would cry to my mom everyday because I thought I was a psycho. My mom is Christian so we would pray together, at one point the hocd went away. Now everything after is a blur, but after hocd I remember in 4-5th grade I struggled with soocd, also called hocd. I had thoughts of girls and whenever I saw a woman I’d get feelings I didn’t want, I always thought I was in denial , but I think it was ocd. But at one point I accepted that I’m gay, because I really didn’t think there was anything wrong with me being gay and there isn’t still, but by accepting it, the ocd had nothing to bother me with. But now that in struggling with very bad sexual thoughts, they seem so real. Getting near a family member or pet makes me feel weird. I get weird thoughts and weird indescribable feelings that end up making me ruminate for the rest of the day because of how scared I am of them being real. I had panic attacks because there were children around me at a restaurant. Every single thing I do/feel around anyone or anything, every movement I make with my body that I don’t do on purpose, my mind starts saying “you did that on purpose” “you wanted your dad to see you like that” . It’s so tiring. I’m 14, I’m scared. It feels so real and it’s like my head is always making me feel uncomfortable and weird. I get feelings that I don’t want but then it feels like I do so I start ruminating about why it felt real. I try telling my parents I think I might have some sort of disorder, but they don’t listen. At first my mom was helping, but she shrugs it off and says that I just need to live with it like she did. I told her maybe mine is worse and she just scoffed at me. I love my mom but when it comes to mental disorders, I don’t think she listens to me. But she does try to help sometimes. And I’m thankful that she doesn’t completely ignore me. I just don’t know what to do, when I try talking to her about it , it’s like my brain freezes. And my hearts pumping out of my chest. There’s not a day that goes by where I’m not worrying about something and anxious. I just need help. And i don’t know how.