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I am reluctant to talk to a therapist because I know what I did was illegal although I was in elementary school and didn’t know it was wrong at the time. It’s bothered me since forever and I’m not even sure if it really happened or was a dream but talking to a therapist would help me I know but I have a hard time opening up to people, I’ve told my friends but that’s it. Any tips or opinions?

Hello, Asking for guidance for my partner whos lifelong OCD morffed to pOCD years ago and the situation has gone worse over time. We have not had normal intimacy now for half a year with some stressfull exceptions. The big problem is that pOCD thoughts have tormented my partner and she "can never be certain" if there was a "bad" thought some time before that created arousal and for that reason all sexual feelings and action feels inappropriate. Over time Ive stopped all sexual approach, because it might cause more anxiety in her. We might try be close, but any moment a thought might jump to her mind and then we have to just stop because they tarnish the whole experience. We have feelings for each other but OCD has highjacked our relationship and killed our sex life and even affection and it feel like dead-end every time. I joined no-nut-november with friends to have a month of selibacy to give her space with the subject and for me to have an experience of autonomy by choosing a period of non-sexuality for my self so it is not the OCD of my partner that is calling the shots, whitch have been devastating over time to be in an infinite-feeling rejection loop with no control over it. We are studying the subject to go forward. Some helpful points from the forum has been stop reacting to that mean suggesting inner voice so not to argue with it because it always claims the pOCD is actual p and learning about the groin responce that it is not a "proof" of being a p. What advices would you have or material to look in to grow out of this nightmare? This is maybe a sixth variation of OCD she has had over her life and the other form have resolved over time, but this challenge feels off course the worst in every way and we feel generally helpless in moving on.

Adults only It's so hard for me to move on in life without thinking about my lowest points. Primarily, they come from porn addiction. I watched so many degrading, questionable, objectifying, weird, and uncomfortable things that I feel hurt my morality and I just can't take that back. I know it's an addiction but I still can't help but feel like this is something that just makes me an unlovable, or bad person. I just can't shake the thought that if people in my life were to figure this out, they'd see me differently in a negative light. I just don't know how to move past this.

Hello! I recently learned that some things I am experiencing may very likely be OCD. Due to this I have been doing a lot of research to learn more and attempt to figure out what is going on. I want to seek help to get a diagnosis and to manage my compulsions. How did you guys go about getting diagnosed and how did you approach the person you talked to about this issue?

I have health OCD and I went to the dermatologist today to get some weird moles checked out and get a full body check. I asked her to go back to one and she apologized that she missed it and biopsied it. Since then, I’ve noticed that I have some other moles that I am nervous about and I’m scared she didn’t check them because she was in a rush and missed one that ended up getting biopsied. I really want to schedule another appointment but I’m struggling to be able to tell if this is my OCD brain or my rational brain and I don’t want to get in a loop of mistrusting doctors and scheduling more appointments and I don’t know how to navigate this without seeking reassurance.

i literally just cannot stop doing them. especially mental ones. doing things that i didn’t even realize were technically compulsively behavior. all i do every day is ruminate about my mistakes, play them in my head over and over again, envision the worst case scenarios, and then compulsively search on the internet. i’m so tired of it. i feel like i can’t live my life because the second i stop worrying, something bad will happen and it’ll prove my ocd right. that i can’t move on and seek out experiences or relationships because i don’t deserve them and nobody will want me when they find out who i really am. i’m just living in fear every day and it seems like whenever i feel like i’ve “moved past” something, i come up with more evidence that i’m really just a monster that will be “found out” and have to face repercussions/be ostracized. and maybe i really do deserve that. i know it has to get worse before it can get better or whatever but i really don’t want to live like this for the rest of my life. i can’t even tell anyone what’s bothering me because i’m so disgusted by my own thoughts and my past actions. every day feels like a loop and i’m so scared and tired and lonely all the time.

all of my ocd fixations over the year have been centered on my values. my most recent one is alcohol and needing to be certain that I’m not an alcoholic nor will never become one. for context, I’m in my mid 20s and drink socially on the weekends or with my partner. my dad was an alcoholic and died from it a few years ago and in the last year, my main topic has been surrounding alcohol and fearing that people will perceive me as an alcoholic because of my dad or that I could turn into one unconsciously. recently I’ve seen stuff in my TikTok fyp related to going sober and it really exacerbates that ocd voice in my head and makes me want to seek reassurance (my biggest compulsion). has anyone ever experienced this or have advice? I enjoy drinking in moderation on the weekends but I’m tired of the guilt and OCD spiral I experience after. I also feel like the wave of sobriety (which I love and fully support for people) makes that voice louder for me because it makes me feel like I’m doing something wrong. My therapist has assured me that I’m the farthest thing from an alcoholic and this is largely a trauma response to watching my father drink himself to death. I resented my father at the end of his life because he wasn’t a kind person when he drank and he was extremely unstable. He used alcohol to self medicate and I’ve vehemently learned NOT to do that. I’ve been going to therapy for years, take Prozac, am in a healthy relationship, am excelling at work, am in the best shape I’ve been in in years and don’t even drink during the week, yet my OCD is more relentless than it’s ever been. the facts are contrary to the fear and I try to remind myself that but find myself getting stuck in this vicious cycle of feeding into my compulsions. my fiance and my best friends and family in my life who know about this obsession have assured me that this purely is my ocd and I have nothing to worry about, yet I can’t put this to rest. would love to hear if anyone relates to something similar. sending love to all my ocd baddies out there lol also for what it’s worth I’m going on an anniversary trip this weekend and I really want to enjoy red wine by a bonfire and not feel bad about it!

I’m having major dark depression and ocd. Medication is not working. I am 6 weeks post partum. Please someone give me guidance on what to do. It is getting worse each day.

If you live with OCD, it’s important to understand that troubling, unwanted thoughts often appear randomly and are not something you can control. These thoughts do not reflect who you truly are or what you truly believe. Trying to fight them or blame yourself for having them only gives these thoughts more power, making things harder for you. Imagine these intrusive thoughts as a persistent liar trying to accuse you of bad things. Arguing with this liar is pointless because their goal is to upset you. Every time you engage and fight back, you waste your energy and give the liar what they want. The best response is to ignore them, knowing their accusations are meaningless. In the same way, when these thoughts emerge, recognize that they are just mental noise. They do not define you and do not require your energy or attention. Remember, these thoughts are random intrusions that do not represent your true self or values. You don’t have to try to fix or control them. Instead, acknowledge their presence without judgment and let them pass naturally. With practice, you can learn to reduce their hold on you and focus on what truly matters—your life and the values that define you It’s understandable to think, “Easy said than done.” Managing these thoughts is challenging, and it takes time and effort. It’s okay if you don’t get it right immediately. The important thing is to be patient and kind to yourself during this process. Small steps, like noticing when you’re engaging with the thoughts and gently redirecting your focus, can gradually build your ability to cope. Remember, you’re not alone in this, and support from professionals and loved ones can make the journey easier.

Hi guys! I posted 3 nights ago that I was starting Lexapro 5mg, and I took my third dose last night. So far it's been okay, and the worst side effect I've had is waking up in the middle of the night (after about 4-5 hours of sleep) with a ton of anxiety and racing thoughts. Additionally, my intrusive thoughts have gotten a lot louder and it's like my OCD is playing wack-a-mole. Part of the reason I was scared to start medication is because my OCD is latched onto my fear of developing some other mental disorder, and it's telling me that I have undiagnosed bipolar disorder and will develop mania from taking this SSRI (I want to add that my rational brain knows this wouldn't be the end of world, but my OCD brain tells me it would be). This fear has definitely been made worse by me waking up for 1-2 hours every night since starting, and then of course I've been going down the Reddit rabbit hole each time and convincing myself this is mania. I haven't had this much nighttime anxiety followed by constant researching since I was originally diagnosed this past spring, and it's really worrying me and making me not want to continue taking this (even though I know I should push through!). I will say that while it's hard to fall back asleep, I usually do for another 2 hours or so. I usually just lay there watching TV until I can, and this is also making me so sleepy the next day. I also haven't feel any like feelings of euphoria (if anything it's been the opposite because I'm so worried), and I spend a good chunk of my day scanning for any symptoms of mania. Last night I even did an imaginal exposure where I was like "maybe I am bipolar, maybe I'm not. Maybe I will develop mania, maybe I won't". I'm trying to not sound like I'm asking for reassurance here because I know that's another compulsion, but has anyone else experienced any of this when starting an SSRI? Any tips to dealing with this increased anxiety?

TW POCD. Feeling really down today. Would appreciate some advice/opinion on this. I confessed to my older sister the cause of my POCD about a year ago, because I genuinely couldn't handle it anymore on my own, and the weight of feeling like I was hiding this from her was too much. A part of me is relieved and glad that I don't have to feel like I'm lying anymore, but many times I feel so disgusting and wonder if she likes me less now. For example, today I got really triggered out of nowhere. I was having dinner with her, and my sister was talking about how she told her coworkers she liked Ghibli; and how she got a bunch of Totoro merch even if she didn't like it that much. I told her that if anything the two girls are cuter than Totoro, and I immediately felt so awkward after saying that. I regret it so much. There was this second of silence after I said it and I thought "she thinks I meant it in a creepy way". I should've just said "it's because Totoro has more merch" or literally anything but that. She picked up the conversation like normal after that happened, but my mind just stayed in that moment. I don't want my sister to be disgusted by me, but many times all I can think about is "she's just pretending to like you because you're family, she has no other choice". And it sucks. Thanks to anyone who reads this.

I’m stuck in a war because I keep thinking my boyfriend is going to breakup with me, which then leads me to want to google the signs, but if I google the signs I know it will not make me feel better, but not googling the sign is making me think that I don’t wanna google it because I know that I’ll get an answer I don’t want and that’s why I’m avoiding googling it. Which is true I am SCARED I don’t know that I’ll see answers I don’t want to see. So then I’m thinking do I now google it for erp because I’m avoiding googling and maybe it would be good to see the sign and go maybe this is happening maybe it’s not but I also know googling is a compulsion so I should resist googling. So I’m stuck.

Hello! I'm very newly diagnosed. What books, podcasts, or content creators have helped you on your journey?

I am so sorry for how long this is, but please help me. A little over a year ago, my roommate had her birthday party and there was drinking involved. My boyfriend had come over with his roommates and my roommate invited three of her friends from high school (two of them were dating at the time.) Toward the end of the night, her one friend left to get food and she (my roommate) left to sleep at her boyfriend’s who happens to be one of my boyfriend’s roommates. So now it is me, my boyfriend, his roommate, and the couple who is friends with my roommate. My boyfriend and his friend were dancing and singing and I had joined in dancing with my boyfriend, but he stopped claiming he had to throw up. I told him to go to the bathroom as I started offering the other three people snacks and water. I started talking to the couple, and I don’t fully know where my boyfriend’s roommate went, but I think he was standing by the front door which wasn’t far from my bedroom door. After some talking, I said to them “let me go check on (my boyfriend’s name).” The three of them left, the couple went to get food. I walked into my bathroom to help clean him up and get him in pajamas. I for some reason have a memory of thinking *I need to tell him that but not now.* I have no clue what “that” was. I get him in bed and I go back out to clean and wait for the three friends of my roommate to get back. All of a sudden my boyfriend’s fourth roommate came over to chat, and not too long after came the guy (the other roommate) from earlier when my boyfriend was sick. We all sat on the couch and I was telling a story of this one girl who flirted with my boyfriend and they were joking around about how I should’ve called her out on it. Eventually all the friends get back and I head to bed. I had to wake up early for plans I had made with friends, so I only got around 4 hours of sleep after drinking. I woke up in a panic thinking that my boyfriend’s roommate kissed me when I was on the way to the bathroom to check on him. Now that scenario doesn’t even make sense because how could that even happen, but I was panicked. I texted my roommates friend (the boy in the relationship of her two friends) and asked him what had happened. He said we danced and sang, I sent my boyfriend to the bathroom, I chatted, and I went to check on him. That was all he said happened. I didn’t tell him what my brain was telling me happened, but I kept egging him on because I thought he was lying to keep me safe. He kept confirming that nothing embarrassing happened and I was fine. We had a total of three conversations about it. I finally calmed down and assumed maybe I dreamt that and thought it was real or my brain is trying to twist the night to make me look bad. I chose to believe the reassurance given to me by my roommates friend. Fast forward to now, about a year and a month past the night. All of a sudden I am so hooked on this night and trying to figure it out. I am rereading the messages, rereading a notes section I made where I detailed each moment from the night after my roommates friend said what happened. I am contemplating texting him about it again even though we don’t talk anymore because I am so scared I did a terrible thing. I don’t know how false memory works and if my mind can make things up. I am so scared I ruined my relationship because I love my boyfriend so much and I would never do anything to hurt him at all. But, I don’t know what I was contemplating telling him when I was helping him (or if that thought actually happened in that moment) and I don’t know if that kiss had actually happened because it makes no sense in the context of the story, I had no weird feelings when he came back to my apartment after the supposed kiss would’ve happened, and we talked about a girl going after my man, which I don’t think I would’ve done if I cheated. I am so scared. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what is real and what is fake. I am trying to reread the messages and even though they don’t say that happened, I don’t believe them. Even though the “memory” isn’t clear and I can’t fully imagine the interaction, I am so scared it happened. Please help.

Recently I’ve been struggling with thinking God is going to take my boyfriend away. I said I wanted to put God first in our relationship and now have been super anxious. All day I’ve thought about what if we aren’t meant to be together and God takes him away. Or if I’m starting to lose feelings because I’ve felt so weird. I don’t want to live life without him but then I start convincing myself that I’m in denial of wanting to leave him and when I try to comfort myself I think I’m in denial. It’s a horrible spiral and I don’t know how to help get myself out of it and love my boyfriend the best I can.

In an effort to prepare myself for the impending ERP, I decided a couple of months ago (prior to starting therapy) to work on a new exposure that I was sure would “poke the bear” that is my contamination-related OCD. Despite 20+ years of therapy, I still have daily struggles with my contamination obsessions and compulsions, including vacuuming and using the swifter to clean the floors of our home after we have visitors. Let me explain… My wife and I have a no-shoes rule in our house because our 8-month-old and 3-year-old rugrats are always on the move. But c’mon, this couldn’t be enough to satisfy my OCD, could it?! Nooooo. My OCD’s line of thinking is this: Even if a visitor takes their shoes off before coming into my home, that doesn’t mean the socks that they’re wearing don’t have similar “contaminations.” Maybe they wore those socks in their house where they allow shoes to also be worn. So, if they’re wearing socks and walk where someone is wearing shoes, and then come into my home wearing those same socks = Like, zoinks, Scoob! *I’d like to take this moment to thank anyone who a) completely understood what I just wrote, b) had to stop and think about it a bit more before realizing what I wrote or c) still don’t understand what I mean but are still reading. My latest exposure is ongoing and has been to avoid this cleaning when my mom comes over to watch our kids. Currently, my mom left our home two days ago and I have not yet cleaned the floors. All this to say: I have days when I don’t feel hope. But beginning my NOCD journey has reignited this hope and I already feel the support of this community. I’m excited to give any advice I might have to offer, but more importantly, I can’t wait to learn from all of you.

Where have you noticed OCD characters in TV shows, movies, etc? Thinking of a scene in modern family when Mitchell starts cleaning his office & gets stuck crawling into an air vent… lol he also ran out of things to clean and wiped the Clorox container with a Clorox wipe. Saw that episode before I was diagnosed and realized most people don’t do those things that I thought were relatable 😂

I’m in my 30s and just got diagnosed with OCD. It feels like a mix of relief, validation, and overwhelm. So much work ahead of me and can’t afford therapy right now. Had to go stay out of state in the house I was chronically traumatized in with the parent who harmed me most after my safe/loving parent died unexpectedly. I was there for several months and me, my partner, and our animals all got very sick. The house is legitimately contaminated- infested with black mold, mildew, cockroaches, termites, asbestos. It’s also “contaminated” with my childhood trauma. It stirred up a lot of OCD. There’s a new worry that my parent died because of me in some way, and that I might accidentally cause someone else I love to die if I don’t do x, y, z. Also worry that us being there might have long term effects & I’m the reason we were there. I’m scared my animals might have been exposed to something horrible and could die because we were there. I took them both to the vet and did some testing but feel embarrassed of how others perceive me when I express my concerns that are often hypochondriac based. I’m so physically, mentally, emotionally exhausted. When I start to relax, my anxiety/ OCD runs rampant trying to find something to feel bad about myself for. Dealing with resentment related to my family system, and the other adults in my life who didn’t do anything to protect me as a child despite me begging for help. Then I feel bad for not appreciating the love & kindness & privilege I did have. My living parent was saying lots of things that reignited old worries & created new ones. I’m home now, but the clothes/ personal items I brought there & special stuff I inherited or brought home is stressing me out. I’m worried it’s contaminating my clean safe space and I can never truly get away. I’m recognizing how that environment I grew up in conditioned this level of OCD distress. I need to start a new job now that I’m home, but it’s hard to do anything… cue the “I’m a bad person” thoughts. Applying for jobs is stressful too. I know I’m highly qualified but that’s stressing me out because I’m worried I’ll get an offer or an interview before I’m truly ready/ capable to start. I don’t have money to keep waiting and need health insurance ASAP. Worried I’ll accept a job that doesn’t have as good of insurance as a hypothetical other opportunity. It’s all so overwhelming and I’m really struggling to calm my mind, body, & soul. I’m not sure what I’m looking for from this post. Maybe ideas of how to quiet/ calm the panicked rumination that keeps creeping in as I settle in so I can feel more grounded & emotionally stable? Any coping skills that have helped you for these patterns/ themes? How you handle perfectionist tendencies in work environments?

I was very close friends with a girl last year, so close we were like sisters. But eventually, she treated me and my twin sister terribly. (one upping me, lying to me, trauma dumping on me and not being there for me at all in return, lowkey praying on me and my boyfriend breaking up.) I tried confronting her but it kept getting worse, and with so much stress it came to a head. She came to me saying her boyfriend was doing some really bad things to her. I told her it would get worse, that she needed to leave, and that she was in an unsafe position. She didn’t listen, she insisted she loved him. She would barely tell me because “it would make me mad” Eventually I sobbed to my mom about it, who contacted her mother but nothing was done. The next day, with the stress I was going through being in the middle of competing frequently, college prep, everything she told me, how i felt about her treating me became too much and I blew up at her. I yelled and cussed and to this day I regret it. I would spiral about it. No matter how many times people told me I was okay and my feelings were valid, it took me so long to stop believing I was a terrible person. I tried to cut her off and it didn’t fully happen until she lied to me about coming to a VERY important event and SHE told ME we couldn’t be friends. Since then I’ve had so much hatred towards her but still a lot of care, that it became an obsession. I got to college and told all of my friends about it who validated me. Through this, the hatred wound down. But I still couldn’t help but want to see what she was doing. To me she has always been better than me. I wanted to BE her. I was, and still am, a little jealous of her. She looks perfect, dresses perfect, and just is perfect to everyone. I unblocked her, re followed her, reached out and apologized. She apologized to me, and said she had been thinking about our friendship a lot and was glad I reached out. My parents didn’t like that I reached out because she created tension between me and my sister. My sister says that what I did was valid and supports me. My boyfriend supports me because he loves me so much and will always support me, but still doesn’t like her because of her unsupportiveness of our relationship. My friends question why I would even do something like that. I think it made me feel better, but I think my thoughts and feelings about our friendship, and how much I wanted to be like her, and how much I regretted how our friendship ended, and how betrayed I felt became an obsession for me, and I fear reaching out was a compulsion. She’s been really nice and I’m glad we’re on good terms but I think she wants to be closer than I want to be, simply because she’s in high school, I’m in college, and I don’t think it’s a good idea to be super close again. Idk I think I feel better about it but I’m a little worried. What should I do moving forward? I don’t want to cut her off, but I can’t be best friends with her again.