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- 5y
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Do you think this incident caused your OCD to come out?
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- 5y
Hey so I just wanna let you know you’re not alone. My life just fell apart roughly about 4 months ago and it gets better. Long story short: my kind of ex (guy best friend and we liked eachother on and off for 2 years, were a thing for six months then ya) and my best friend got close and I hated it and was really hurt by him (he was awful to me when I was the kindest friend to him, until the end when I responded 10x worse) and we got into a huge fight. Tons of my “friends” from our church turned on me and stopped talking to me and talked bad about me but my school friends remained by my side and I also got my license taken away (another story). Not trying to sound bad but I had gone from this popular girl who went out everyday and never had free time to someone who rarely ever went out. I had lost my guy best friend / boyfriend whom I loved and he promised he wouldn’t leave, my friends, and my license and source of freedom. As well as my health. It wasn’t until a few weeks ago things finally started looking up. I’ve made tons of new friends at the church we go to and school; they’ve all tried to come back and I’ve outgrown them. I got my license back the other day. It was insanely hard though. It was some of the hardest months of my life. My ocd was horrendous, I cried at least once everyday. It’s still hard. Some days harder than others, I’ve cried a lot and apologized and tried to get my life back, but I’m alright with not having the life I had. Cause I’m happy. Just maybe think of it like this, sometimes we must go through the shittiest things to realize how great OURSELVES truly are and how awful some people we thought the world of are. We must learn lessons, sometimes the hard way. But you are incredibly strong and can get through this. I know what it like, you’re not alone.
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- 5y
I’m sorry to hear this. Would you like to talk about it?
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- 5y
And here is a fucked up nightmare , My class is in a bus then it comes close to me im running for the bus and then it leaves just as im a close ;(
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The thing is im so sick right now im pretty much house bound so ,And the really sick thing is that i dont wanna really even get better so i deliberetly make myself more sick so i dont have to face up to life because i just got so much hate that im scared what i would do if i was healthy.I would probaply carry out some kind of revenge on someone that has treated me bad my mind is getting really sick lately.
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Do you have harm OCD?
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Yeah ,Pretty much
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I understand and applaud your desire to not harm anyone but please try to get better.
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- 24w
back in october i made my first post about my specific type of ocd, how it mixes in with my day to day and how i “deal” with it. i talked about the starting point, how it gradually got worse, and then how it was going just a few months ago. i always think it’s insane how much can change in just the course of a small to a large amount of time. right now, i honestly feel like garbage. to be quite sincere i really want to give up, i’m barely holding on by a thread. and if i cut that thread, i really doubt anyone would care. i’ve never considered myself to be a suicidal person, and i still don’t consider myself that right now. it just gets to a point where it’s just, a lot to deal with. i don’t really enjoy things a lot nowadays. sure i have good days like everyone does, like today, when i was just enjoying my day without worries. but then it all comes crawling back twice as bad the following days. i take online college so i’m usually just stuck at home most of the time. but, when i do decide to actually go out and leave my house, my ocd just explodes because i have this whole routine i need to do or else i feel like i’ll contaminate wherever i end up going. i’m not going to go really deep into my compulsions because it’s hard enough to live with them, much more having to type them all out in detail. but when i go out my compulsions go from wiping down all my stuff i’m going to use after showering, to washing my clothes/cleaning the washer + dryer. i also have separate things (or two of the same thing) i use specifically in my house, and items i use when going out. such as shampoo/body wash, deodorant, lotion, hair curler, etc. as if that’s not draining enough, i also feel the need to fast a couple days prior to any plan i make because i’ve forced myself to believe i need to feel empty in order to be clean. i’m not sure if that’s my past eating disorder talking, or my ocd, but my brain can’t help but think any food in my house is utterly and completely contaminated. i’m so tired of this feeling, feeling like nothing will ever be clean again. feeling like my ocd is trapped in my childhood home. feeling that wave of diseases rushing through my veins the moment i step foot into what’s supposed to be “home”. and i’m so scared of therapy because what if i do get healed, and then everything comes rushing back the second i step into my room. i’m planning on moving somewhere far from my current house in this next coming year, so sometimes i feel like just waiting it out. but it’s insufferable when going to hangout with someone. i miss my friends, my family, and my partner. it’s crazy to me that i’m dealing with all this at the young age of 18 but, i’m sure lots of people have it way worse. i just want to find a way out, any possible way. but i keep pushing myself deeper and deeper that when i finally find a way, it will no longer exist.
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- 23w
Hi, I’m new here!! I’m praying I don’t get judged for this. But, back in late May of 2022 ( literally right before I graduated high school), I added this one random girl from my school on Snapchat. She posted something about a graduation party , so I swiped up on her story basically saying how I can’t believe we’re almost graduated. She replied and we had a really short and simple conversation. The next day ( i believe) , we started talking a lot , and I just so happened to see her at the highschool when we were grabbing our graduation outfits and doing the rehearsal. When I saw her irl, I kinda got turned off ( I heard she was kinda crazy) , and on top of that , she was a little ugly irl. I remember seeing her Snapchat bio , and she was close friends with my female cousin ( a year younger than me) , who I happened to experiment sexually with when I was 10-11 years old. I remember going to work later that day and having sort of a lightbulb flick thought ( it wasn’t a good thought though) , what if my cousin told her about what happened when we were younger? So I started to kind of panic and immediately distanced myself from that girl. I also experimented sexually with one of my female friends when I was 10-11 , and from that day onwards, I’ve been pretty much living in paranoia and a little bit of guilt about someone finding out and my life being ruined . On top of that, It’s gotten worse to now sometimes I wonder if a girl I added off of quick add ( Snapchat) is underage even if they told me they were 18+ or had 18 and above in their bio, and I get so much guilt and anxiety about that. I even had a quick thought last February on what if I did something inappropriate with my younger cousin when I was 15-16 but I just can’t exactly remember when it happened , and it still eats me alive when I think about it, because I don’t know if it happened or not. I’m sorry for the long vent, I just wish I felt normal again. No matter how much I try to do things that old me used to do, life always feels “ off”. I always kept the top part about when I was younger a secret up until early (ish ) 2024, then I vented to one of my best friends and he told me that that’s a normal thing to do at a young age. Since then, I have told multiple friends and they all say they did similar stuff, but my brain just can’t accept that. Please help me, I quite literally overthink everything nowadays. 2021 was the last full year that I felt normal ( coincidentally, the best year of my life so far) . It’s not just about sexual related things either, sometimes I’ll wonder if I messed up something at work or hit a car while driving/hit someone and drove off. I just wanna live my life how I was supposed to live it after highschool ( carefree and happy) before whatever it is ( I think it’s ocd) hit me unexpectedly. Thanks to anyone who read this , I just needed to pour it out regardless of how negative I felt typing this, I hope someone can relate , because I feel so alone in my head at times.
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- 15w
Am so tired I see no reason to clean no reason to try or think it’s all going to get better. My OCD, keeps telling me we are in the second great depression and we’re going to head to World War III soon. And that there’s no reason in living anymore and I should end it before I see the horrors unfold in front of me. It tells me that I am suffering enough and it’s time to let go. There’s no reason to keep suffering only to die later without any sort of fix to the situation. I cry constantly to myself about the economy about who’s in charge of the US about how I’m gonna live in such a world about how different prices were about how the older generations had it better.. And now my OCD keeps telling me that they’re the bad people. They’re the ones who should suffer. They’re the ones who did this to us. The boomers are the ones that led my generation down into this hell. And it drives me crazy. I think about it every day and it constantly repeats itself telling me that I should just let go that it’s time to let go. I’m only 18 but I’ve been worrying about the economy in the third world war since the age of 12. My psychiatrist said that I am burdened by my intelligence. And my OCD loves to torture me with it. I can’t get out of this malicious cycle of feeling OK OCD coming back giving me anxiety leading to depression. And compulsions of suicide, I just don’t think I’ll be able to live in this world. I don’t think it’s worth it and I think it’s just going to be painful. I went to an abandoned gas station that was abandoned in the early 70s. I found a Coke bottle from the 1960s halfway embedded in the dirt. It was fully intact not even a scratch on it. The glass was thick and sturdy. It looked like it can last forever. Instead of having a rapper that displayed all of the details on it all of the textures of the words in the brand and everything you needed to know was engraved into the glass itself. And you know what?? Back then that was only $.10.. now a Coke with a plastic wrapper made out of plastic in a smaller size is about 3 to 4 dollars.. I just can’t I tried to take my mind off of it, but while I’m growing in, and my OCD loves to taunt me. I can’t seem to pretend like everyone else it’s just too out in the open and my OCD, won’t let me forget. It’s like my own personal hell.
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