- Date posted
- 1y
I feel out of control
I’m so worried - convinced, even - that I’m gonna end up actually doing something really wrong… I was doing so well recently. My head was clear and I actually felt okay about myself. I was excited about some things for once. My POCD had mostly shut up though I still worry about it (for example, my “urges” regarding searching for inappropriate things with children/teens online - the only thing that keeps me less afraid there is the fact that it’s illegal and hard to find. But that shouldn’t be a comfort - I shouldn’t want to see that! I shouldn’t wonder if I’d like that! I should be opposed but I just don’t know that I am!) And now my ZOCD has come in really bad (it’s usually super quiet and easily ignorable but it’s raging now). I had an “urge” (not sure if it is one or not but I don’t know if I’ve ever had a stronger one than this) to do something very wrong to my dog. Like that’s abuse!! That’s wrong!! But what if I like it anyway, or at least the thought of it? That’s not supposed to happen!! I was never like this before! Why does it take over my whole brain and make it feel like that urge is all I can focus on? I’m almost convinced I have a genuinely taboo paraphilia. I know OCD always wants to tell you you’re the exception but I truly do feel like it may be worse than just OCD in this case. And I mean, I guess if I did have a paraphilic disorder, it wouldn’t be my fault. It’s out of my hands (provided I never act on any of it whatsoever) - but people would still want me dead regardless. I’d still be unloveable. People wouldn’t even want to be around me, let alone be friends with me or anything more. I’ve seen that it’s not curable either - you’re stuck with it for good if you really do have it. And if they knew, people would still blame me for not being “fixed” or tell me the only fix is to die. It’s like I’m cursed. Forever immoral and disgusting even if I don’t do a single thing. All I know for sure is that I didn’t ask for this. It’s so unfair. I want to be normal. I want to be happy. I wanna like normal things and get back on track in life (I don’t even enjoy my hobbies nowadays. I feel listless, apathetic, and fatigued. I forget things and I have no motivation to go on). And I can’t even escape it by ending it all - I have people who need me still and I still have responsibilities. I can’t just end it and leave them to pick up the pieces (I’m worried I’ll stop caring about that at some point though). And I feel scared to die but maybe that’s just what I have to do to make sure I don’t screw up. I’m just so afraid I’m some disgusting person who’s going to cause harm and be irredeemable, like an out of control monster. And therapy’s still out of the picture (can’t afford it for myself and I can’t tell my family about this - not like they’d be able to afford it either). Maybe one day I can escape all of this, one way or another, but not just yet I guess… I just hope I don’t do something awful before that point.