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- 5y
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i’m so sorry you had to go through all of that, i did too and it’s really hard when your mum doesn’t believe you...i can really empathise with that too. with abuse it’s really common to feel the way you are feeling now but i promise you no, you are not too sensitive - if it feels/felt bad, it WAS bad (please try and remember that if you can!) what you are describing is very similar to how i feel but i can promise you now, you are not being dramatic. is there anyone such as a therapist you can talk to about it? it’s really important to be able to address it and talk about it. you have every right to talk about it and you shoukd in no way have to hide it and suppress it. i’m always here if you’d like to talk about it.
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God is never mad at you. Period. Full stop. God loves you with his entire ENTIREEE heart. It hurts him to see you in pain, but he only lets you experience the pain because he wants you to run to him. Run to the father! The lies you are hearing are fully from the devil. The devil is having the time of his life when he even enflicts the slightest discomfort into your life.. so to see what he’s done.. to see he’s gotten into your head.. he’s having a mega party!! He’s like “oh heck yeaaa success!!! Woop woop!” DONT LET HIM PARTY!! RUN TO THE FATHER. God can’t get mad at you, and it’s NEVER EVER too late to go to him
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I understand that a lot, I have small, precise and clear memories of a lot of my trauma but it's always stuff around the edges like remembering an exact sensation or the way the room looked or the weather, but the actual traumatic content is fuzzy and confusing. It's actually led me to doubt a lot that's happened, AND has made it a lot harder to cope with actual false memory other OCDs which started with a scary idea that something happened but were fuzzy. It's a horrible feeling to not be able to rely on your brain. I've also had the exact EXACT same thoughts that I'm being overdramatic and making it worse than it is and it's my problem to get over, was probably half my fault anyway etc. The guilt is horrible, mine wasn't that God didn't want me to talk about it, it was that I believe the abuser is a nice person and therefore it's a HORRIBLE thing to do to talk about it. I've lived with horrible churning regret for ever talking about it...... Yet that's SO unfair on me. I'm not responsible for making sure their life is good whatsoever, they've sure never shown me that courtesy, but the feeling that you're basically making it up that it was at all bad and you must be a selfish vindictive person is just the worst thing I've ever felt. When somebody accused me of making it up because the abuser 'is such a nice person' it was a whole new trauma in itself, one of the worst things I've ever experienced, it just seemed to confirm all my fears, I felt like the worst person ever even though I knew what had happened because the self doubt and self blame and guilt were so extremely strong. I've actually never really heard anyone else describe the same experience (but I've heard that it's common) so I'm really happy to have read this and you're definitely not alone. Try to hang in there and get trauma therapy ASAP, that's what I really wish I had done a long time ago but I'm only just getting it now and been expressing the exact same stuff with my therapist and it's really painful but I think it will help in the long run. ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Honestly I really fucked myself a lot by forcing myself to remember it all the time to try to prove the guilt feelings wrong- definitely try not to do that. It's really tempting to want to and try to fill in the blanks and reassure yourself and get confidence, but for me it's only ever made it worse. I only started having any flashbacks after I started doing that and I wasn't equipped to deal with it at all.
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I’m reaching out for educational and self-awareness purposes, hoping to better understand something I’ve been mentally struggling with for several years. Around five years ago, I began having a deeply distressing memory involving the fear that I may have acted inappropriately toward my younger sister when I was around 13–14 years old. The details are vague, fragmented, and unclear—but ever since this thought first appeared, I’ve treated it as if it were a real event. I’ve carried immense guilt, fear, and anxiety for years, convinced that I must have done something horrible. Despite asking my sister (who remembers absolutely nothing, has never shown signs of discomfort, and has told me more than once that she would’ve spoken up if anything had happened), the doubt and guilt never went away. The memory feels real, yet there is no external confirmation, no direct recall, and no evidence beyond my own mental images and fear. I’ve also struggled with obsessive thoughts in other areas, such as health anxiety since childhood—frequent doctor visits, checking my pulse, obsessing over illness—and only recently learned about false memory OCD, which aligns with my experience. I’m not currently seeking therapy but would greatly appreciate your professional opinion from an educational perspective: Does this sound more like a real memory, or more likely a false memory created by OCD or anxiety-related mechanisms I am stuck between a normal person or a s*xual abuser
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- 21w
Hi I’ve never posted before but I need to talk with other people that have this too because it’s hard to explain to other people without ocd. I was in a relationship for awhile and we started dating before either of us knew I had ocd. Anyway I have a really bad episode of it that led me to go get on medication and got into therapy. My ocd can have some really taboo themes and thoughts which I have learned is just what comes with the illness. The problem though is when I was really struggling one of my compulsions was confessing and reassurance seeking specifically to the guy I was dating because I trusted him. We both knew at this point that I had ocd and it affected many parts of our relationship particularly our intimacy which he made me feel bad about. He started calling me crazy, just joking, but still. Eventually I start feeling better and we start being intimate again and the day after he breaks up with me. About a month later after I hear he went on a date with another girl (we live together) he tells me he couldn’t be intimate with me because of my intrusive thoughts. We still live together with 2 other roommates so I still see him everyday. We try to be cordial with each other. I still have my moments though I’m still dealing with my ocd and a breakup seemingly caused by it and I cry a lot. Some months go by and he’s dating this other girl and I end up making out with one of my other roommates. I have no idea if my ex knew but the next day when it was only me in the house he starts screaming “THOSE MOTHER FUCKERS” and starts slamming shit. I tell my roommate about this and he and I are both kind of scared of him. He started acting really cold to us after. Then the night before my graduation my two roommates moved out so it’s just me and my ex in the house. In the middle of the night he comes downstairs and in front of my door calls me a horrible name relating to my intrusive thoughts. I open the door and say fuck you and he says you took my fucking friends. I said I didn’t take shit from you and he says yeah and goes upstairs and screams BINGO for some reason. He did it in the middle of the night when we were alone and I had no one to talk to or go to. He blames me because a lot of our friends sided with me in the breakup because they knew what I was going through. He had told me that I could never speak if my intrusive thoughts to anyone including my therapist (I did don’t worry) but he had made me feel so ashamed more than I was already. Also the next day he left a mess for me to clean up since I was the last one to move out. I’m coming to terms with the fact that on top of this awful experience with ocd that I may have been emotionally abused as well.
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i just thought about something that happened between me,my sister, and brother when we were younger and im pretty sure it was COCSA and im getting scared thinking about it. I’m the oldest and the biggest age gap is three years so we’re all fairly close in age and this happened when i was around maybe 8 and im not going to discuss too many details here because im scared but im just thinking about so many things from my childhood that could be signs i couldve been SA’d and its making me think what if i was and i dont remember and thats why that situation happened and the other ones im thinking about ? cause there are a couple situations im thinking about but i dont even know if theyre real. the only one i know is real is the one where i think i was apart of COCSA because i distinctly remember my siblings and i joking about it some time after it happened a few times. im scared of what my siblings might think of me if they remember it now after its been so long. like do they think im disgusting? i dont even remember how the event had started or if i was the one who made the suggestion but i just remember laughing when it was being done. honestly idek if it could be considered COCSA and im scared to talk to anyone about it in too much detail. this is really scary posting this i feel like im in trouble or something but idk i just need to vent. last post for now i just keep thinking too much today.
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