- Date posted
- 42w
OCD GUILT - help, I am awful
Hello friends, 3 days ago, I woke up after not getting good sleep. I’m beginning to think I was maybe still half-asleep when this happened. I got as far as making a coffee, and realized it needed more cream and tasted crappy. At the same time, my cat was sitting on the side of me and had his nails hooked onto my right leg/pants. For some reason, even that got me all riled up, even thought he does this on a daily basis. As I tried to unhook his nails without hurting him, he got all wild and started attacking my hand. Then he hooked his nails into the side of my hand and the more I tried to get away, the more he started biting me. My hand was bleeding everywhere. It was almost as if we had gotten into a fight, and this is my favorite cat in the whole world, I would do anything for him. When I finally broke loose, I instinctively kinda spanked/pushed the side of his butt to let him know how much he hurt me. Called him a bad boy while I did it. He didn’t move or act hurt or anything, just glared at me like, “Oh you think you’re so cool.” The second after I did that, it was as if I woke up and got flooded with thoughts like: HOW could you have done that? You’re an animal abuser. I guess you don’t love this cat. You should be put in jail. I love all animals, I love them to the point of protecting them at my own expense. I told everyone in my family, they were all like who cares? We know you didn’t really hurt him. In a matter of 5 minutes, he was right back to half-sitting on my lap like nothing happened. I am still so surprised and shocked by my quick action, that’s why I think I may not have been fully awake. But that’s just a guess, I am not looking for a pardon. More like trying to figure out how I could’ve been so angry at something I love so much. So, so much. The guilt took over that day, I even began hitting myself really hard on the leg, anything to punish myself. That night, I allowed him to beat the heck out of my hand as much as he wanted to. 3 days have passed, and I still feel my mind jump in from time to time and say “animal abuser” or when I look at him, the most lovely sight in the world to me, I get consumed with shame. I keep apologizing to him and he even looks at me like what’s your problem already? Has anyone here done anything instinctively that you regret, and is there such a thing as guilt and shame OCD? Thanks for reading, I swear to you I am not a mean, aggressive person towards animals, yet a part of my mind keeps insisting I am.