For hocd, it was triggered in I think 8th grade. My friend was teasing me across the room, asking me if I loved my crush (a boy). I said “don’t say that word!” She said “oh I’m sorry…the ‘L’ word.” The girls behind me chimed in. “__, I didn’t know you were a lesbian!” “I always knew you were.” I said, “wait, no! I’m not! That’s not what we were talking about.” One of them said, “It’s okay Mia, you’re safe here. You can tell the truth.” And the guy that I think had a crush on me leaned in and said “wait are you actually?” And I said no, but he wasn’t convinced because those girls were very convinced. Turns out one of them is gay and the other was just an a-hole. I think you can imagine how the ocd developed from there. For pocd, it started when my cousin and his wife had their baby. I adored him instantly. One day, I was watching him while my mom was chatting with my cousin’s wife outside, and he fell off of the couch. I was holding him in my arms as he was screaming, and the intrusive thought came “what if they think I did something to him? They know what was done to me, and there’s a statistic that the molested become the molesters.” I hardcore shoved that down. Then I read a book about someone’s trauma, and it triggered it pretty bad again. I told my therapist about it, and she didn’t know it was ocd, so she just sort of told me “hey you know that’s not the truth…that statistic isn’t valid.” But yeah it’s been something that is struggle with for the last couple of years.