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I feel proud of myself for doing ERP. I am here sitting with so much anxiety because of trying to refrain from performing a compulsion. You all should be proud of yourself if you do erp no matter how imperfectly you might be doing it. Facing our fears takes courage. I am trying to have faith this is going to work.

Hi my name is Kat and I just joined this app. I just wanted to introduce myself.. I have had ocd for 34 years and have contamination ocd. I went to Rogers Memorial in 2002 for intense ocd rehab. We did ERP and thought challenging. It was hard but I got better. Now my OCD has resurfaced more intensely again and last year I tried to kill myself because of it. This is the worst disorder ever! I plan on challenging myself again through doing behavior therapy and help from you all here for support. I hope I can help some of you as well! Let’s do this together!!

I am feeling like i don't know how my boyfriend is and what my relationship was with him. And i will never know how my relationship is with him. ROCD is telling me I've to leave him but i don't want to leave him but then it's telling me why don't i want to leave him. It's because i love him and he loves me. When will i feel certain that i love him😔

I am generally confused most of the time. I am a girl and a guy and neither, but am I really? My OCD thinks that. And it also tells me I like older men and girls my age. So... what's going on. Also, I really enjoy watching sort of MA movies and shows but I know they're bad for me spiritually. Idk what to do man. I've been stuck like this since I was 12. Yes. Since I was 12- I have liked to be as a guy should for a girl-hold them and listen to them, and care.... and I have also like older guys and would crush on them for too long, think about them, and hate it but also not hate it. I am so fucking uncomfortable.

this is a lot to unpack just because my mind is racing and i could probably win a marathon w my thoughts because they’re going so fast sorry if it’s hard to understand. me:17,female,not diagnosed with ocd, but it is a very heavy topic in many of my sessions and we are trying to figure it out (imsosorryifthisisntokaytodo) anyways here we go lol i always think that i might just be faking my mental illnesses in order to get attention from people. like i grew up in a very loving household where it a priority of a single mother to do the best she can in giving her three kids everything that they need and equal attention, but i always felt like i needed to act like there was something wrong with me (physically) like i would make up the most bizarre things to claim that i was sick and hurt. i would constantly use ace wrap bandages, bandaids, crutches, slings literally ANYTHING to draw attention to a wound that isn’t even real. so then growing up i learned more about mental illnesses and becoming more open to talking about them (this is past the faking injuries phase) with my therapists and close family. i then learned that i have anxiety, major depression, bpd, and bipolar disorder in the past like 4-5 years. so ive gotten help and i am now on meds but for some reason i always feel like ive manipulated myself and maybe even other people to think that i have all of these things so i can get attention and that in real life im just a sociopathic person who harmed themselves to the point of making themselves believe they have these illnesses. i haven’t talked about this to my therapist yet just because i feel like she won’t take me seriously and that she’ll “see though my lies” that don’t even exists(or do? I DONT KNOW IM PANICKING RN) and i then will start to feel like i can’t say anything because she doesn’t feel the need to help a sociopathic person. and thinking about it more makes me feel like im even more crazy because im feeling what im thinking about but im afraid of the outcome if i seek help. so that’s a big thought #1. this next one is like kind of hard to talk about because it’s religion and ive had the absolute most spiraling road of thoughts about it. so i was raised to believe god. growing up though i began to have thoughts of like worshiping the devil( that idk even exists like what) or practice something just other than christianity, questioning the whole system of christianity, and constantly wondering if it is real. like i feel like i need some sort of proof or else i feel lile im just part of a whole prank and one day someone is just going to reveal that none of it was real and that they made me worry about something that doesn’t even exists (which kind of leads more into trust issues i think?? idk) anyways, i just continued to have that mindset and would always debate with my mom about it (not really debate but more of discuss it deeply but then just agreed to disagree) until like 5 days ago when i was just laying in my bed and i texted my brother (who is a very open and accepting christian) about my beliefs and how to get stronger with god and my faith. this was completely out of NO WHERE and right after we had the conversation he bought be a bible and a prayer journal. i then think i became obsessed with the thought of having something to believe in because i struggle a lot with seeing what’s real and what’s fake and i jumped head into writing like two pages in the prayer journal and then i read it out loud and cried. i said stuff like “i believe in you, ur real, thank you, etc.” but now thinking about it i feel like i was just trying to convince myself. (that all happened the night of the convo w my brother) the next day i went to church with them and the same thing happened i became very into worship and greeting people and talking to people just about their testimonies and hell i literally asked my brother when is the next baptism because i wanted to be reborn for “finding god”. after church i got home and i felt like a complete liar and faker and that people could see that i don’t believe in god, I’m not a good Christian, and stuff like that. so that night i didn’t write in the journal and i tried not to focus on anything religious. so now today, I’m having a really bad episode where I’m just questioning everything and wondering if stuff is real and shit and i fee like by even typing this i am offending god who i don’t know if he even exists (and then if he doesn’t exists WHY AM I EVEN WORRYJNG LIKE THIS AHHHHH I’m so stressed) so i don’t know if it’s lying per say but i don’t know what else to call it. growing up i was a VERY compulsive liar and even now i struggle with it but i really am trying to get better. and i don’t lie with a reason behind it to harm people purposely at ALL, i think it’s just my struggle with reality and what’s real what’s fake so i create like these stories and i start to believe them. i create such elaborate lies and i will just tell them to people and i feel so bad after i get out of it but like in that moment of telling it i don’t realize because I’ve convinced myself that the story/lie was a reality because isolate myself a lot and i get scared talking to people so i shut down and i like dissociate i guess and go into auto pilot mode. i also feel like do it to avoid being hurt because i have this fear where if i don’t do the right thing im going to “pay for it” and i will create the most rash scenarios and THEN i go into that auto pilot mode and create a story just in order to save myself which sounds so selfish and i feel like a pos for doing it but i genuinely can not control it. man i need to gts but my brain won’t shut up.

I really feel like im not going to be able to survive at my job. Customers are so rude as I get thats a part of life but its really stressful and I also get times are tough right now but its tough for me as well. This is my first job and its terrifying and I feel trapped and destined to fail:(.

I need a space to breathe and rant and get stuff off my chest so this is what I’m using this for now. I hate being angry. I hate it so much cause I always feel like I have less control over my thoughts and feelings and it makes me feel like I have no control over possible actions etc. which makes it really hard with harm ocd. But it feels like an endless loop, because my ocd is so frustrating it makes me angry, and that makes me feel less in control, so the circle continues. It sucks feeling like if anyone knew what it looked like sometimes inside your head, maybe they wouldn’t love you and they wouldn’t see you the same way. I feel so lonely and hollow that days. I have so many “friends” but they all make me feel more lonely, cause everything is so superficial and pointless and sitting with them just makes me feel like I need to withdraw deeper into myself because they don’t get it and they don’t really want to get it or care. I want to scream and cry cause I can’t control anything. I can’t stop the people I love from dying one day, I cant stop time, and I can’t keep things the same forever. I’m so tired of doubting everything about myself. Am I a pedophile? Am I a danger to my loved ones? Am I psychotic? Ya da ya da ya da. This endless anxiety I have it feels like it’s slowly killing me and it’s making me depressed. I can’t sleep. I haven’t slept for two nights and I mean like at all. I forget to eat I get so anxious and either way I sometimes feel so nauseous I don’t want to eat. My family doesn’t really get it, to them ocd is always just an excuse, or it’s for drama. I have tried to ease myself into the idea that maybe everything is chaos. Bad things happen to good people everything has an end, etc. it’s much easier said than done. If life is an ever changing stormy sea of waves than I’m barely clinging onto anything.

I want to talk to my therapist about my real event ocd regarding my incident with a dog licking my genitals when I was younger... I don’t know how to bring it up though and I feel like I’ve mentioned it before to her and I know what she’d say to me already but I feel like I NEED to tell her anyways. I also want to talk about my hypochondria over this lump on my vulva but that’s too embarrassing, in my opinion. I haven’t told anyone about that and I’m really scared I have cancer or something and am going to die soon. I fucking hate this...

I get triggered when people discuss how it frustrates them to hear someone say, “That’s sooo OCD.” Then they talk about how OCD is *real* suffering, and these people don’t know what real suffering is. Another time, a friend asked, “Have you ever struggled with depression?” I said, “I don’t know.” He said, “You’d know if you had.” It makes me feel like suffering is a competition. And that I have to rank a certain percentage in suffering before I’m allowed to express my pain or ask for help or practice self compassion. Maybe nothing is wrong with me. “Suck it up, buttercup.” And all that.

When your hocd hits really hard today and you can’t tell what’s real or fake :)

What kind of hobbies do you people enjoy that distract you from your OCD? I only ever watch tv because it distracts me from my thoughts, but what do YOU do?

Anyone else suffering from derealisation/numbness

hi! my name is vic, its nice to be here with you all today :) i am a 15 year old transgender man. i was diagnosed with ocd at a young age and i am prescribed prozac. i often struggle with instrusive thoughts about worsening relationships with my family due to being uneducated on trans topics yet i cant find it in me to help them understand, so i usually dont bother. i often worry about my mom being upset if i transitioned into a man medically because i was her only ‘daughter’ and i feel like being trans would make me a whole different person in her eyes and even a huge burden, not necessarily financially, just personally. i also struggle with paranoia that people online are out to get me due to my interests or insensitive things ive said in the past unaware of how harmful they can be. i believe i cant really prove that im a good person to people i who arent around me anymore and theres nothing i can do but feel defenseless and vulnerable. i have an extensive past of relationships whether it be friends, family or partners that i couldnt begin to type all out here- which is frustrating. i have visited plenty of psychologists but im unable to tell them my stories due to the fact my mom is always with me and telling them what she knows of me instead of letting me talk, and i know well that if she found out about my past it would stress her out and she would take it out on me the wrong way.

Just a normal day, the sun is shining,the birds are chirping and my step mother just said she plans on leaving my dad and I because i wasn't interested in having a sibling. And now she thinks I hate her. I wish I had never been born. I can't help the feeling that I was a mistake. I feel useless. I'm nothing but a bad luck charm. I have no purpose and I never will I'll probably be homeless in the future. I have no reason to live and no reason to die. I'm just here I just exist. But I'm starting to doubt that I exist. I feel like every thing that is happening to me is all in my head. Like I'm imagining all my problems. I really hate myself. I hate the stupid way my mind works. Can't the ground swallow me Right now? Kinda need someone to talk to

I really need help and I was talking to someone who is trans boy and he was telling me how he found out his trans and he was like I have internalised transphobia and he was like that a few years ago I’m worried because he told me to be open and try things I had a mini panic attack and I’m still scared

My compulsion is seeking reassurance. I go to my husband about every single worry (usually about contamination). It’s ruining my marriage, but I’m struggling so much with this and as hard as I try, I keep running my worries by him. It’s so hard on him and I want to stop this. Can anyone relate / help? Thanks in advance

Does anyone feel like they just don’t know how to think anymore? Like for me I feel like I don’t know how to think anymore. I remember I went 3 months keeping a song in my head 24/7 just so I wouldn’t think of nothing intrusive. I just feel like ever since then I don’t really know how to think anymore the only thing I get anxiety for is when something weird pops up when I want to think of a girl and get anxiety when I mess up. I tell this to my therapist but she doesn’t do anything about it. I really feel my therapist doesn’t listen to me but I have an appointment with her this Friday and hopefully she’ll try to do something with me cuz I’m just kind of tired of reiterating what I get anxiety for and not get treatment for it but we’ll see.

I'm extremely scared. My rocd and hocd are going bonkers and j have no idea how to control them. My hocd is being such a bitch at the atm though. My new obsession is I just see my bf as a friend but I call him my bf because of the heteronormative society and I'm so scared. I don't want girls but my brain gives these images of me being sexual with them and physically I make this disgusted face and I dont want it but then my brain says that was I truly want inside. Each and every moment my thought feels really true and I feel so bad. Hocd has also made me lose my libido and now it's distorting my natural feelings for things. I'm so confused :(

I just had a baby 3 months ago and my OCD and anxiety has flared up pretty bad. I was in therapy, and am on gabapentin and Klonopin. As well as seeing a naturopath, I should add that I’m on L-Thenine and Ashwaganda. My therapist decided that we were not a good fit after a year of treatment yesterday. I’m more of a natural person, I have a hard time with SSRIS and we weren’t seeing eye to eye. I asked to go down to one session a week and then, she decided we weren’t a good fit. Anyways I’m pretty triggered, and just would like some words of wisdom while I wait to find someone else in the interim. I meditate daily, and workout as well. Thanks in advance!

After the caronavirus started every surface seems a threat to me. Even at home, I can not touch door knobs or buttons. I continuously wash hands. Skin on my hands have become very dry and damaged due to continuous washing with soap.