- Username
- melancholy
- Date posted
- 6y ago
I wish I could help!! I feel the same way about black (kinda). The color stresses me out and I have no clue why.
I’m the same actually! I can’t go near red though for slightly different reasons. I also can’t go near the number 6. I’ve tried to slowly start exposing myself to it for example I have a poster in my room with the number 6 on it and I’ve started to wear or incorporate the colour red into stuff I do for example when I draw. It’s about doing what’s right for you and making progress in your own time but you can do it!
I have the same with certain color
When I was little, I was involved in a very bad car accident while wearing a purple sweat suit. For years and I mean YEARS, I wouldn’t wear anything purple, touch anything purple, look at anything purple for fear that something would happen to my family. I still have a small twinge of fear when I buy something that has purple in it, but I now realize that was just part of my worry and had nothing to do with the accident.
Trigger warning..? I am curious to see if anyone else has ever done or experienced this or something similar? When I was about 10, 11 years old I was cooking with my mom. I remember scaring the crap out of her because there was a hot pan on the stove and I couldn’t stop trying to touch it, so i did and my mom freaked out at me.. Another incident I’ve never told anyone was around the same age I was ironing a shirt and I had all these terrible thoughts to put the hot iron on my stomach and I almost did I remember shaking and crying i was so scared i was afraid of myself. Is this a form of OCD? I haven’t done anything like this in years but it still pops up in my head sometimes and it makes me so sad that my childhood was so painful i just thought i was crazy and held it in for so long.
Trigger Warning: please help! Had a kind of rough day after about a week of feeling decent. Question: I work in childcare, I have memories from before the ocd got bad of my eyes kind of naturally looking at butts. And sometimes, it would be kids butts. I kind of remember commenting on it in my head saying stuff like “wow that’s big for a child” or stuff related to that, and one time even a child came over to me and told brought me over to the monkey bars and told me that he could see a girls underwear, and I kind of looked before telling him it was rude to say that, it was kind of like my eyes were naturally attracted to it, kind of like a car accident I couldn’t look away. But I never thought of it again until the OCD started. I’ve never in my entire life pleasured myself to the thoughts of children, it’s never even crossed my mind until the OCD started, but I’m kind of convincing myself I am one. Ugh I’m so sick of this.
Like anyone becomes so sensitive about one subject/theme that you got anxiety just by hearing/seeing certain word/images. What should we do in situation like this?
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