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I accidentally deleted thus, so I'm reposting it. My OCD usually focuses on my past actions and thoughts. The guilt and shame is valid and isn't just OCD, but OCD probably definitely effects how I respond and relate to my guilt. I have been incredibly fucked up over the course of my 10 year relationship (to the point where I'm going to be assessed for a personality disorder soon- probably BPD, NPD, or both). I ruminate over memories of how I used to think and act, and my compulsions are researching, ruminating, and confessing. If I don't confess something to my girlfriend, it makes me feel like she doesn't know the real me and can't actually decide if she wants to be with me. I have confessed some truly horrible, fucked up things to her. For the first half of our relationship, I was a manipulative, unfaithful, self-serving user. I know now that what I saw as love wasn't really love, because you don't treat someone you love the way I treated her. I loved the way she made me feel and I loved being with her, but I also sacrificed nothing and felt like I was entitled to do whatever the fuck I wanted. About 5 years into our relationship, I started to gain some self awareness. I started coming clean to her about all of this. She has forgiven me over and over, because she sees change in me. She sees remorse, and that I truly don't want to be that person. We've talked about how if she was the person she is now back then, that she would have left me. Which I 100% understand and agree with. But somehow, she still wants me. I have been spiraling for about two weeks now. Constant, unrelenting anxiety. I have been so focused on the past for years, that I don't spend time evaluating my negative thought patterns in the present. I feel so sick, and the urge to confess all of the negative thoughts I have/have had about her is so strong. I confessed to her a little over a week ago that my physical attraction to her fluctuates and always has. That sometimes I'm not attracted to her, but other times I look at her and just think about how beautiful she is. I struggle with checking behaviors and hyperfocusing on perceived flaws. This obviously hurt her and it's what prompted me to reach out to a therapist that specializes in OCD as well as personality disorders. I almost always feel anxious before sex, but I almost always have a great time during. I worry that my level of physical attraction factors into this (I don't usually get the urge to have sex with her), but it's difficult to analyze right now because I think there are multiple other factors at play (shame and self hatred, addiction to masturbation and sexual maladaptive daydreaming, checking during sex, difficulty reaching orgasm unless masturbating alone, severe anxiety, etc.). I also feel I am addicted to seeking male attention outside of our relationship, and I often try to look hot in front of people I have a "crush" on. I have confessed this to her, and she doesn't care about that part (and she says she does the same thing). But I feel like it takes my attention away from her and our relationship. I feel like I have done a horrible job fostering my attraction toward her, and I've outsourced my sexual feelings to fantasy and crushes on others. Sometimes I feel horrible about these behaviors, other times I don't because they're just "thoughts" and I justified it to myself. But as of a few days ago, I've ceased these behaviors to put more of my sexual focus and energy into our relationship. I feel like my libido has gotten a little better, but still, it's been incredibly difficult because I've been drowning in anxiety and self hatred for two weeks. Today, a new confession urge came up. Something that would break her heart. Here goes: throughout our relationship, I've gotten a sense of unease or nervousness when introducing her to people I know because I have fucked up "what if they judge her looks/they're going to think she's not attractive enough" thoughts. In the past, I have compared our attractiveness and disgustingly thought of myself as better looking. It's disgusting, narcissistic, and a complete distortion. Even though I absolutely love her and she's my person, I get so obsessive about looks. I'm that way about myself as well. I have a hard time being seen by others when I don't "look good". I think I project this onto her and see her as an extension of myself, so I get uneasy if others don't find her attractive (and my own fluctuating attraction and checking fuels this). My stepmom used to judge my stepsister's boyfriends and talk about how they weren't good enough for her, and sometimes I think this line of thinking buried itself in my psyche. I get a huge boost (and sometimes jealousy) when people compliment her or she gets hit on. Like it confirms her hotness in some fucked up way. Another fucked up thing is that I worry what others think of her being trans and I have fucked up thoughts about her not passing (even though she does). I don't know how I could think like this, especially because I may be genderfluid myself. These thoughts make me feel like a monster. Sometimes they feel intrusive, and sometimes they don't. I don't know why this didn't cause me anxiety before. I don't know why I haven't had the urge to confess this way of thinking until now. I guess I justified it as "just thoughts". I thought everyone had fucked up thoughts like this, even if they don't cause anxiety. But these thoughts would hurt me deeply if my loved ones had them about me. They would crush her. I feel like she can't know me unless she knows I think like this sometimes. I'm so afraid. My girlfriend is my best friend in the world. We've literally grown up together, and nobody knows me and accepts me the way she does. I feel so lucky to wake up with her every day, to go to bed with her every evening. I love snuggling and kissing her. I love doing everything with her. I want to do everything I can to make her happy. I want to grow old with her. She is the kindest, smartest, most selfless person I've ever known. She is so strong, so firm in her beliefs and passions. She's fucking gorgeous. A genuine, one of a kind angel. She makes me want to be a better me. Regardless of unsteady attraction or addiction to attention from others, I want her for her. I'm in love with her soul. With her everything. That other shit matters so little. But she deserves someone who doesn't have these fucked up thoughts and insecurities. She deserves someone who ALWAYS sees her physical beauty and wants to jump her bones. I've spent years self reflecting on the past, just wanting to become someone that finally deserves her. I neglected my disgusting thought patterns of the present. I don't think I ever will deserve her. I still have thoughts that would hurt her. She probably wouldn't love me if she knew how fucked up I still am in my head. If she could read my mind. She would definitely be hurt. I don't know why in all these years, these thoughts and mindsets have never caused me anxiety until now. I justified them as just thoughts. But the way I am isn't normal. I'm so afraid of losing the one person I actually care about. I was so close to proposing to her in October, but I couldn't because of money problems. I feel like I can never propose unless she knows every ugly nook and cranny of my soul. Every horrible thought I've had about her. I feel like a fraud and a liar. I would do anything to start over. I feel sick with the urge to confess. I know I need to resist and speak to my new therapist. I don't know how to wait until then. I'm trying my best. I'm so sad. Every time I cuddle her and kiss her, I just can't stop thinking about how it's all going to be over soon once she knows the real me. How it's all my fault. How I'll think about her for the rest of my life. I feel like I'm already mourning. I want her so so bad. I feel like I've ruined everything 1000 times. And now I'm afraid I've made this all real by putting it out into the world. Like I have to confess even more. Like she would hate me if she read this. But I feel so sick, and I could really really use someone to talk to. Some people have blocked me on this app and I feel like they think that I don't have OCD, that I'm just a monster. And I do think I'm a monster, but a monster that also has OCD. I don't want to hurt my gf anymore. I've put her through so much. I love her. I want help.
- Trigger warning
- Real Events OCD
- "Pure" OCD
- Relationship OCD
- LGBTQ+ with OCD