- Date posted
- 1y
My mum thinks i’m ungrateful
In my previous post i explained how due to my disgusting thoughts and feelings i have stopped engaging with the things i used to love such as my nice clothes, music, tv shows etc… This is because 1. i believe i dont deserve to enjoy these things and 2. i dont want them to be tainted by my terrible thoughts and feelings. Anyways, this has caused me to abandon a lot of the things i’ve received from people or i bought myself, Like a new JC tracksuit or a brand new camera i got for my birthday. I haven’t used these since my birthday (jun 7th) because i am terrified of ruining them. They’re infact my most prized possessions and my mum believe i hate them, im ungrateful and that i love wasting peoples money. I don’t. i just cant tell her why i don’t wear my nice clothes or branded fancy shoes because she wont believe me. I sound insane even trying to explain my behaviours rn. i hate the way i live. I don’t wanna be like this but i don’t wanna ruin my favourite things either. This rule applies to everything in my life. Oh as a side rule, once i ‘poison’ something i cant use it again. Recently i’ve been trying to break out of this habit by coming back to the things i once ‘poisoned’ but it makes me feel the same dirty way i did when i tainted it. It brings back all the bad memories and the things remains tainted forever. I fucking wish i could enjoy everything like i used to but i can’t. Its so difficult and i just feel like shit for it. I feel guilty about making my loved ones ‘waste’ their money and i don’t wanna be like this anymore. I haven’t listened to my favourite songs in months. I’ve been rotting in the same clothes for god knows how long and i haven’t been myself in a long time. The more i live like this the further i feel the things i love slip away, leaving me terrified of ever going back to engaging with them because they’ll get poisoned. I’m sorry if this post makes no sense but i just can’t deal with my mum making me feel so guilty all the time. I can barely speak about my feelings on here to people who understand and can sympathise with me let alone my mum who has no real idea how i feel and thinks my ‘ocd’ was a phase when i was 12 and just some joke.