- Username
- worryqueen
- Date posted
- 4y ago
OCD is latching onto it. When I was 10 I did something similar and OCD makes me want to confess all the time. Everyone has done something similar at that age. Confessing is a compulsion.
U r ri8. We all feel regetful for some events....and ocd makes it worse
Confessing won’t make you feel any better, ocd will come up with another reason for you to still feel anxious about what happened and then you’ll probably regret confessing and start worrying about what the person you’ve confessed to is thinking as a result. Ocd just wants to keep you in the cycle so ignore what it wants you to do. It doesn’t have your best interests at heart.
Hmm, last time you wrote about this you were saying that you wanted to tell your therapist and mother and sister in more detail than you previously have and that after that you wouldn't need to confess anymore. That seems very unlikely. Once again you want to do extensive apologies which only harm and disturb other people. It sounds like those other people disagreeing with your catastrophic opinion about what happened doesn't actually help, just makes you feel misunderstood and like you want to argue and have them see you the way you see yourself, be punished etc. Step one to moving on is to stop spending your time ruminating about it. Maybe it caused her harm somehow even though she was literally unconscious at the time and maybe it didn't, maybe it means there's something inherently wrong with you, maybe it doesn't. You don't actually need to know, you haven't been appointed judge, jury and executioner. When you remember it and feel anxious, you don't actually need to run through it again looking for an answer. You do have the power to think about something else instead. You're not going to get closure by doing mental compulsions about it forever, you're only going to prolong it. You can live without closure, you just have to practice doing it.
You're right. I know you're right, but that part of me is so unsatisfied and starving for relief that i feel like in going to break down and end up doing something stupid. I hate it. I know I'm supposed to feel uncomfortable, that I shouldn't try to make myself feel better, but I feel like I need everyone's approval. Like if I were to get a girlfriend, I would need to tell her. I play it over in my head-- the scenarios of how it'd go down. They all end with me being misunderstood, rejected, hated, or arrested. I dont want someone to say they love me, if they dont know everything about me. What I've done. I feel like I owe them that.
@worryqueen It seems like a reasonable thing to eventually tell someone you're dating who you love and trust, sure. That's appropriately sharing personal experiences, it shouldn't be done as a confession trying to get reassurance about it so that you can feel better about it, but it's good to share. However, again the idea of them rejecting you based on it despite nobody else ever having done so in the slightest is only so vivid because you imagine it all the time. Those are imagined scenarios, not accurate predictions of the future. To assume they're likely is to not give anyone the benefit of the doubt that they're a sensible, empathetic person. Is it possible you're taking the idea of the worst possible feelings you think others might have towards you, and then judging yourself that way in a sense of kind of... Hurting yourself badly so that nobody else can hurt you by making you feel bad about? OCD does tend to be centred around urges to *feel safe*, even if that sense of safety is false or isn't worth it. I don't think that being prepared for a possible scary or upsetting or confrontational or triggering future scenario, is actually worth what you're sacrificing for it.
@Scoggy But what if they do reject me? What if they think I took advantage of her-- even though I was young, they might think it's weird why I'm focused on it today. I just want to know if what I did was right or wrong, and I feel like I need everyone's approval. I need someone to judge me, but even when they do I find someone else to tell. Nothing is ever good enough. Even when I did confess part of what I did to my sister, the obsession went away. For a long time. But now it's back. Maybe if I tell her the whole story I can move on for good. But I don't want to do that, because it'll ruin our relationship. I feel like I have to keep it to myself,even though that's not what my ocd wants. I do think you're right, and that what I'm feeling, what I'm thinking, it all obscures the actual event,and how other people would view it. I cant look at it in a normal way, though, so I project that onto other people and assume they wont either. If I love someone, and i tell them, and they call me disgusting-- or say they're disappointed in me, I'd probably self harm. That's what I did last time. I just wish I never did it, and i wish i could move past it but i feel like i never will.
@worryqueen Åhh, "what if", the calling card of OCD. What if they judge and reject you? You would handle it. You're loved and you're safe.
@worryqueen Your mind is trying to keep you prepared for the worst case scenarios, to keep you safe. In truth? Some people might judge you, most people won't. In particular if they get to know you then they wouldn't make assumptions on it that you're a predator or see it as an accurate reflection of who you are as an adult with full awareness of social boundaries etc. If you started dating them and they told you the same story, would you treat them the way you fear being treated? Anyone who wouldn't accept the whole of you is simple not worth your time. Rejection is a sad part of life, but it's not everything in life. There are happy things too, and you're missing them trying to be prepared for rejection. I honestly recommend moving your focus over to how you would get through it if your fears came true. It helps me a TON, it takes away the urgency that I need to solve the problem *right now* or dwell on feelings of shame. You can survive feeling guilty and living your life despite it-- and I assure you, over time it goes away. You develop a lot more perspectives and your self image changes and all that happens naturally, you just have to give it time. Also when we share secrets and things in a non confessy way and admit to our shame and are met with kindness it can be really healing, BUT at the same time you *have* to do response prevention and resist checking on it. Brené Brown has some really good YouTube videos about exposing our shame to others so it can be met with healing compassion. I think you need to expose it to yourself and give it some compassion.
@Scoggy I dont think I would. I feel l I'm e everything is a lose-lose situation for me.
@worryqueen Literally you're not a worthless person just from having not always been perfect. Please try to live in the grey area, it's a really good place to thrive. Being perfect is extremely fragile and if everybody who ever made a mistake just gave up on life and relationships, we couldn't even function as a society. We live in a really shamey culture right now and we need people brave enough to push for change: accountability, not shame. Guilt is "I did something wrong", shame is "I am something wrong". You're not damaged goods, you're not corrupted, you're not a blight, you're not undeserving. There is no such thing as a perfect person. You belong here just as much as anyone else.
@worryqueen I think you underestimate yourself. Imagine your sister came to you with a similar story of something she remembered doing at a sleepover when she was the age you were. How would you see her then?
@worryqueen Also, you'd definitely handle it. You're muuuuuch more resilient than you think, a lot of us end up practically wishing our fears would come true so we don't have to live them out mentally every day, and it's always a RELIEF if they happen. Even if it made you feel at rock bottom, rock bottom is a great place to start building up from. If you were judged about it then you'd be loved, supported and backed up by all of us lot, your family, and plenty of other people. You can't say you'll only live your life on the condition that absolutely everybody approves of you. Something has to give.
@Scoggy *** almost a relief lol, I wouldn't go so far as to say always
@Scoggy Thank you for your kind words. Although I cant 100% believe them right now, I appreciate them. No one is perfect, yes, but I feel like we're all fairly good people. I don't feel like I am-- maybe that's because I've never heard anyone else irl have the same experiences as mine. Idk. If my sister told me she did something like that, I'm not sure what I would say. I would probably worry-- I wouldn't hate her, but it would make me feel weird about her, I guess. I just want to be happy, I want to coexist with the memory without analyzing it or judging it. Whenever I'm happy it pops up, I feel like I dont deserve to be happy. I dont deserve anything but punishment, in my mind. I wish it could go away.
@worryqueen This is 1 thing in the context of a whole life, there's no way it could define whether you're a good person or whether you deserve happiness, even if you took the literal worst interpretation of it. People go to prison for all sorts of things and even the penal system is designed for people to pay their dues and then have a fresh start. The government even in Western countries pretty much have to cater to the pettiest and harshest elements of society, that's why we have punishment built into our system at all and even THEY don't claim that people who make mistakes don't deserve the opportunity to move on from it. Even in prison for LIFE people have rights to do things like socialise, have their health needs attended to, have access to books and media and contact with everybody else outside, have human relationships, have hobbies etc. We don't deny people of access to love or consideration even as a part of systematic punishment. The freaking human rights act is kinder to serial killers than you are being towards yourself.
@Scoggy Yes, I suppose you're right. Maybe legally, it's considered small, but what about morally? I guess that's where the grey area comes in. What am I supposed to do then? How do I restrain myself from confessing or doing other compulsions? It's like I'm surrounded by nails, having to tip toe around them to find my way towards a happy, successful life. I feel like I'm going to step on too many, or fall on them all eventually, if that makes sense. I dont want to, but my OCD is pushing me. I'm just bothered by the consent part of what I did. Sleeping people cant consent, and even children understand somewhat the concept. I should've known better... idk.
I can understand... its very hard to get rid of the regretful thoughts... U know.... u can write ur fearsome thoughts that causing distress in mind... And write a positive strategy or.... try to make urself understand that u did nothing wrong....its completely normal.... Look try to think....how can a normal person look at this?. Even acc to me.......this is not something....that is punishable or offensive. This is just a childhood silly thing. We all have them. Its completely normal
I made a bad choice when I was a teenager. It is by my standards one of the worst things I’ve ever done. I hit my sibling when I was upset with her, she was a lot younger than me, and she is non-verbal. I shared a room with her and she kept getting out of bed and crying at the bedroom door because she wasn’t ready for bed. I had spent about 2 hours bringing her back to bed and tucking her in and at a certain point I just lost my cool. I had school in the morning and for whatever reason I felt I couldn’t ask my mom for help. (I can’t remember why) I hit her, yelled at her, called her a bad girl, and pushed her into bed. In hindsight it makes me feel fucking sick to my stomach that I would treat someone like her like that. I realize as an adult so much more I could’ve done and how I could’ve handled the situation better. I could’ve gotten up and got her a snack, maybe she was hungry. I could’ve gone downstairs and woke my mom up and told her I was getting stressed out. I could’ve left my room and had a shower to stop my frustration from bubbling. I just feel so rotten about this, and I need to say this somewhere. It’s been about 8 years since this has happened, I’ve told my mom and my boyfriend about how horrible I feel about this. They don’t really seem to get it. In every moment of her life besides this one incident I have been her best friend and I try to do as much as I possibly can to enrich her life so when I express this regret with my family they tell me “I’m sure she’s forgotten”, “look how much she loves you” etc. My boyfriend compares this instance to times he hit his sister as a kid. I just don’t find it the same and I don’t know how to move on from this, especially since I’ve been obsessing over this during my most recent meltdown.
I am 20. Around a month ago, I suddenly remembered something very bad I did when I was ten. At the time (when I was ten), I didn’t think twice about it, but ever since I remembered it, I can’t stop thinking and obsessing over it as I do not understand how I could have ever done something so bad. It really bothers me, and now I am contemplating wether or not I am a bad person. I have read many articles about this, scanned them, looked for people who have done similar things. According to them, I have past event ocd. I can understand that, but I consider what I did too bad for it to be that. Here’s what I remember of it: When I was 10, my sister was 7, and around that age we would often just walk around naked, wrestle, and etc just like kids. This is probably why I didn’t think twice about what I did. At that time, I would hump various things, not knowing what it meant. I can faintly recollect humping my sister. I do not understand why I did it, but it bothers me a lot and makes me wonder if I am a bad person. I realise it’s horrible, but I didn’t know what I was doing at the time.
When I was younger, about ten, I watched porn. A lot of it, actually. Idk how it started exactly, but I was a curious kid. This led to me playing doctor with my younger sister... I'd get her to touch me (not in my privates, just the rest of my body) and we'd laugh at each others naked bodies etc. I feel terrible about this later on. Complete shit. I even made her touch my breast one night while she was sleeping because I was curious what it felt like (I saw it on porn). I stopped though. My parents are hardcore catholic and I was afraid they would find us doing it, so I freaked out. This all happened when I was 10, and I regret everything now. I brought it up to my sister a few years ago, and she said not to talk of it again. She seemed weirded out and had no memory of what happened... my mother was even brought in and asked me if I did something wrong. I think she talked to my sister too, but none of us have ever brought it up again. I cant get over it though.
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