Hello, I want to share my ocd story as Iām struggling with it severely right now.
I was a very anxious child, when I was nine I started to have intrusive thoughts/fear/theme that I was somehow āpregnantā. Now this was concerning because I was nine..and a virgin CLEARLY. I hadnāt even gotten my period. The reason this scared me so much is that because i was a virgin, I was afraid if I was pregnant and the baby came, no one would believe me and everyone would hate me. When I was 13 this soon transitioned to being the same fear only this time because I had my period I was afraid that I either got gr@ped in my sleep, or somehow sp3rm was on the toilet seat and it well yk. However, none of this made any sense and I made myself sick worrying about it.
My ocd would take a turn when I developed emotophobia, the intense fear of vomit and vomiting and so alot of my intrusive thoughts regarded vomit. As I got older they would switch and I was ALWAYS under some sort of stress. Thatās when things got worse, Iām also diagnosed with anxiety so all the therapists were just treating me for anxiety but the main cause of this anxiety despite other things, is my ocd. I started to have āreligiousā ocd, as I consider myself a Christian and itās a big part of my life, doing compulsions like āread that verse again, you messed upā ect. Which consumed a lot of my life.
Hereās where things get hard to talk about, I started having what they call moral ocd? I was at least 15? And I thought my life was over, now the thing is when I was a kid I was messed with once, which gave me a lot of anxiety over the years and I didnāt end up telling anyone till I was older, I thought it was my fault. So I know that I would never, ever want somebody else to go through something so horrific. This fear eventually subsided, until this past year.
When I was sixteen, my boyfriend saād me and I didnāt really have time to realize what had happened. We broke up right after which hurt a lot but I was relieved. Ever since then I was always very cautious about people, I knew what that felt like, so much shame, and not feeling like you can do anything about it. Eventually I started to get that moral ocd back, things like āwhat if Iām attracted to so and soā a family member ect. This would repulse me.
I also watched a lot of true crime which didnāt help anything, this caused me to develop pocd/moral ocd. Now, I feel trapped I feel like Iām not at all what my intrusive thoughts say, I would never do them, and I want to isolate from EVERYONE. I feel like I donāt deserve to be here, I feel ashamed like God is ashamed of me and I have just cried and cried. I really need some encouragement or at least advice.