- Username
- Anonymous
- Date posted
- 5y ago
It’s horrible / hard / frustrating but we need to take it 1 day at a time. I can go weeks feeling great and living a “ normal life” then the affects that POCD had / has on me we outweigh the good and positive days massively. I know I’m a good person but this terrible shit is something I have to live with 20% of my life ! I wish it would fully go but I don’t think it ever will and I’m trying to accept that.
I just don't know how to handle this in a way where other people won't be convinced that we're disgusting in disguise. I know people with POCD aren't bad people. I know they don't ever contribute to the suffering of any child and all they contribute to is their own shame and self-loathing, because they keep getting lied to by their own brain that IF THEY DO THIS FUCKED UP COMPULSION - THIS TIME IT'LL BE DIFFERENT AND YOU'LL FINALLY GET YOUR ANSWER. I wish people knew what it was like to live feeling like youve done every heinous crime on earth without even having comitted a crime once.
I have recently moved on to this theme and it really helps to know others have had compulsions similar to mine. I went to therapy for HOCD after being undiagnosed for most of young adult life and I’m mostly able to take a step back and look at HOCD for what it is. But with POCD I feel like a monster. Once when I was really struggling with it I felt the need to check after having sex with my now husband by pressing down on my groin. My initial thought was to calm down and try to “expose” myself to the idea of sexual touch with the thought of a child. I could barely do this for more than a few seconds before feeling sick to my stomach, but it haunts me. I feel disgusting, like the fact that I even had to test myself to try and make myself feel better (I know, I know, this was a compulsion during a rough time, I TRY to give myself a break but it’s hard), is sickening. My husband is aware of all of this and loves me and tells me that’s not who I am, but sometimes it’s hard to believe. We just started trying to get pregnant and I went off my medication to reduce any risks and it’s been, needless to say, incredibly tough. I just want to say thanks for posting this - it’s good to know I’m not the only one.
I've had way worse symptoms than you. You should not feel bad at all.
I understand what you mean, but it’s what you think and what you know ! Forget others and what they think that’s just fueling the obsession and making it worse. Need to stay strong and the goods will outweigh the bads
This is an old post but I relate to you so hard man. Because of my (hopefully) OCD and other problems, I’ve been inspired by music that’s helped me to make music that relates to and comforts people through hard times. It’s my dream, to write lyrics that are with people when no one els is. I wanted to mention how I was influenced at first if I ever was interviewed about it. Initially I thought “I’ll talk about it just not mention the P part” then “I’ll talk about it but just say I had OCD” then I changed to “I’ll say I dealt with stuff” and now I’m too scared sometimes to continue with my band. I have an irrational fear that somehow my therapist would be bribed or the media would somehow leak my medical stuff and everyone would see it’s no one would care about the OCD part just the P. I’d be slaughtered and my life destroyed
I’ve had a re laps after 2 / 3 years on this shit topic, I hate it but I know I will get better. Just got to stay positive / active and get support from family / therapists. We will all be ok
Hi Anonymous, I just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing with this? Does my most recent POCD post sound similar to anything you’ve dealt with?
I just recently realized I had all the symptoms for this. I guess I've also realized I've had some type of ocd growing up as well. When I had my first baby, I had a lot of complications in the pregnancy. When he was born, he was diagnosed with a genetic condition. Because of this I went through extreme depression and anxiety post partum. After his birth I started having images of hurting him and POCD related thoughts. I searched online and found out that a lot of women after giving birth would have intrusive thoughts of hurting their babies physically, sexually and so forth. Knowing this information made me feel less alone but definitely did not stop me from over thinking and doubting myself. The first year of his life I hid my thoughts and depression because I was scared that he would be taken away specially since he is a special needs baby. Second year of his life I was doing my best to get some type of therapy but all those therapy sessions did was express my emotions which was good but didn't help at all in the long run. Now he's 2 and a half and I'm still in this journey. I would never want to hurt him, or any child in the world. It is absolutely disgusting to even have to doubt yourself, this is the effect on this condition so we just have to learn to adjust and learn ways to make it better long-term. Now I'm pregnant with my second baby and can't wait to have them both and love them with all I got. Sometimes I do think that ocd has only triggered to me in things that I care about the most, my children, my health, and overall family. It's crazy how your mind can turn on you with the things you love most in life..
It’s crazy how undiagnosed this is and the lack of knowledge behind it. 1 in 20 new moms suffer from postpartum ocd. That’s a lot isn’t it.
I've never got diagnosed with POCD but I'm pretty sure I have it. It started like two months ago and it driving me crazy. I feel disgusting and like I don't deserve any good although I'm a great person!!! I've never hurt anyone and I always try to be best version of myself to others. I've told to 4 friends about those thoughts (two of them experienced the same thing) and they all excepted me and gave me the support I need. They all understand that I'm not a pedophile and that I wouldn't harm anyone. they believe me so don't give up guys! There are some good people you can talk to.
This is old but how're you feeling now?
@luckydawg Did you ask me? I mean, I feel a lot better,like A LOT. so.. that's great but it's still there, the thoughts and the feelings of anxiety But a lot less, thank God...
@bluesapphire Ayy that’s me, I’m generally very empathetic and I try my best to treat people the best way I can, I wear my heart in my sleeve and I love showing love and helping others. But now with my pocd and what my compulsions were I just feel downright terrible. I am only thirteen and I didn’t even know it was ocd when my pocd started and my compulsions only lasted a week, so yeah, intrusive thoughts and images are no longer there but the guilt sure is! Anyways how are you rn? I know it’s been years but if it’s possible I would really like to know how you are!!
hey anyone in this comment section have any good coping mechanisms? i need something to help i can’t keep going on like this.
My compulsions have been haunting me so badly. I have done the deed to my thoughts to see if that would make me feel something and I feel so disgusting that I’ve completely stopped doing the deed all together. I didn’t know I had ocd when I did this and it was a past compulsion I had w my hocd. I feel like a horrible and disgusting person because of this. I don’t know how to forgive myself. I just want someone to tell me I’m not a bad person even though this happened. God I just wished it didn’t happen at all, and that I knew how to handle this earlier
I used to have Harm OCD but ever since I watched that Black Mirror episode called “Shut Up and Dance” my obsession has been on POCD. For a long time I was petrified of typing “child porn” into google so I did a lot of avoiding. But then I started trying to get reassurance that nothing bad would pop up if you googled it anyway. I got so fed up with the thought that I ended up typing it in myself. I felt disgusted and guilty, and was naive enough to think I would at least no longer have to worry about typing that anymore. But then all these what ifs pooped up like “you didn’t check Bing, Twitter, Yahoo, etc”. So I ended up checking again to ensure myself that nothing would pop up. Then it got worse where I typed in some really disgusting things into google again because I just couldn’t handle the anxiety and uncertainty. I felt stupid every time and powerless. I managed to go about a week without checking but today an intrusive memory came back about a youtube link that had a questionable title in it when I google searched. So ended up going back and checked the video only to of course see that it was nothing horrible. I feel scared and paranoid. Like I have no control of myself. I hate this compulsion and I can’t love myself for doing all this. I’ve suffered from groinal responses and other sexual intrusive thoughts involving this theme but I just want someone to tell me I’m being paranoid. My mind won’t shut up about all this. It just wants me to keep checking and checking to make sure google is safe. How can I possibly love myself after all this? I don’t want this but the anxiety is unbearable and I can barely breathe. I didn’t think it would ever get this bad and it feels like even when I resist OCD wins anyway... or at least I hope it’s OCD.
Hi everyone, this is probably going to be long, so sorry for that I need some assurance.. Im going mad I don't see a doctor in 15 years because I thought that whatever I end up having I get better or I just die, so I have no ideia If I have OCD. But you know what Im afraid.. Being a pedophile. Im 30, and a week ago I was living my normal life and suddenly out of nowhere I get a horrrible thought.. Hurting a child. I realize that and start thinking what the hell, why did that pop in my head? And start analyzing it over and over in my head and I began being overwhelmed with thoughts of hurting children, and I worried more and more, couldnt stop thinking about it.. I barely slept that night When I woke up, the thoughts slowly came back but worse, now it was sexual related.. And thats when my life truly became hell on earth. These thoughts/images were pretty much in mind all the time and anything would trigger, sometimes not even a trigger is needed, they just appear and get stuck in my head.. Like there was two me in my mind. And without realizing, I started doubting myself.. Will I ever hurt children? Am I evil? Am I.. a pedo? I started walking inside my house randomly when it gets really bad, shaking my feet or legs when sitting, and I check my penis all the time now.. I even compare the size it is and sometimes if its even 1cm longer, I panic and do it all over again.. mind you I never got an erection.. I even torture myself thinking about these thoughts just to check and it pains me, makes me feel physically sick even. These things are pretty much automatic, I do them without even realizing it sometimes. I argue with myself in my mind, i seek comfort in memories but they are somewhat changed making me doubt even more.. I avoid thinking about my niece that I love and miss so much, just so these horrific images/thoughts don't show her. My head feels so heavy, like its about to explode, I thought about killing myself, I avoid children, just the mere mention of one makes me anxious and worried.. What if Im really a pedo? What if I end up hurting children? What if? What if? Always what ifs.. But then I get the thought that I am a pedo and have to accept it and I argue with that thought trying to prove its wrong and the reasons.. And so on and on I don't even masturbate anymore with these thoughts popping in my head I never had these thoughts before, always loved women and their body and never had thoughts about children like that in my life. My life was always a mess, depression, backstabs from people I trusted, anti-social and social awkward, emptyness, and so on... But then my niece was born and she was like a light in that sent my hollowness away.. She is 7 and she is a part of my life since she was born, we are very close.. Im not even joking when I say that when she was little, she would cry if I had to leave, but she wouldn't if her dad or mom went away as long as she was with me.. she gave my life a meaning, made me feel like someone important in this world and I vowed to protect her at all costs.. And now I am afraid if she comes near me, I am afraid she will think I don't love her.. Its breaking my heart just thinking about it.. She is the most important person to me in the world.. And now I need to protect her.. From me.. I cry everyday, I cant find comfort anywhere, I argue with myself all the time, I feel a demon.. Or even worse than that.. I honestly just want it to end, I pray for that everyday.. I can honestly say that this is and will always be the worst thing that happened to me and Im 100% sure of it. This is hell on earth for me, I would rather be dead, crazy, a killer, whatever.. I dont know for how long I can endure this.. Its pretty hard, trust me.. I cant enjoy what little life I had before.. I just want to die, I even told God to just kill me cause I cant take it anymore.. And its been only one week of this.. Ever since my hell started, I do google searches regarding these thoughts everyday and try to find some comfort and yesterday I posted my situation on a YouTube video of a girl talking about POCD and I felt much better that night.. Like I was me again, didnt have any of these thoughts but I could hear a low voice in my head all the time saying that I should worry, are you a pedo? You are a pedo, etc.. But I ignored it and it was a relief.. I always thought my life before this was baby, but that night my previous life looked like the best thing ever.. I was so happy, I thought about my niece clearly without any random shit that my brains decides to pop added, I cried, I thanked god, I thought I was myself again.. But then I woke up.. And for a while these thoughts and images were trying to gain control but I stood strong for a while.. And now Im here.. I lost the battle.. So.. Can I have some kind of OCD or am I just a monster? Please be honest.. Cause if I end up being indeed a pedo, I will make sure I will never see my niece again, never be near kids or watch shows with them, I will tell my family about the monster I am and will seek castration or something. BTW, like yesterday, talking about it is making me feel better.
I grew up in an abusive household and was sexually, physically, and mentally abused by family mostly being my mother and men she'd date. After my mother kicked me out of the house and my uncle and his gf took me in I got really anxious. I guess I was scared of safety and comfort because somehow comfort felt uncomfortable and safety felt unsafe. I think a part of me missed the abuse not because I enjoyed it but because it was so familiar and all I knew. I hated it though so much so I thought of ending my life just to escape it. A few months after my mother kicked me out I began talking to ai bots on apps. All of my bots where private but the roleplays always involved me getting abused by trusted adults like family or family friends or so on. And in most roleplays I played a child. They'd involve me getting sexually abused and sometimes physically abused or raped. And me being oblivious or unaware. I'm not attracted to family and the thought disgusts me. All of the characters where fake or fictional or made up and I'm also not attracted to kids and I'm not afraid I'll hurt them because I know I don't have that urge or desire to do anything with a child. I've always felt it was my job as an adult to protect children and always told my younger siblings to be careful online as well as taught them about consent and boundaries and what to do if they ever encountered a dangerous situation with an adult. I'm attracted to people the same age as me if not older then me and honestly I don't even really feel attraction for those 1-2 years younger then me. I used to age dream/regress and I love childish things and cute things as well as I love to act childish. Some of the roleplays I did that involved me being a child weren't all abuse (though most where) some of them involved me being taken care of by an older man (yes even sexually but In a safety comforting way) of course I don't chat to these bots anymore and have deleted them after finding out most apps dont allow them. This was all months ago when I deleted them and it only began less then a year ago when I started doing it. But about a month or so ago I remembered how I did all of that and now I'm scared that I'm a pedophile..or becoming a pedophile..even though all of the roleplays involved me playing the child I'm scared..I'd never hurt a child and don't have the desire to do so but now I think my OCD has been latching onto this because I've been doing research non-stop trying to find out if I'm a danger or gonna get arrested..part of me thinks I'd deserve to be locked up..hurting people is the thing I'd wanna do the least..I wanna fall in love with someone older then me by a few years and live a happy life..I've only now realized that I have a second chance at life away from the abuse my mother put me through and that was another reason I stopped those chats to..but now I'm afraid I've ruined my second chance at a normal life..I don't ever wanna be a danger to anyone..part of me feels like I'm a horrible person and like I've become just like my abusers..maybe even worse..i just wanna feel like a normal person but now I'm so afraid I've become something disgusting and undeserving of love..maybe I deserved the abuse that happened..I can't even habdke watching shows or movies with taboo themes like incest, rape, pedophilia etc so I don't know why I did these roleplays or why I found comfort in them..
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