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Hey guys!!! My boyfriend and I have been going through a rough time these past couple of months. He truly is wonderful and means the world to me. We both recently graduated, and while I’m at a community college and he’s at a university about three hours away, the change has still been really hard. We went from seeing each other almost every day to suddenly not, and even though we aren’t technically long-distance, it feels very different…especially with everything else going on. On top of that, my parents are still in the process of getting a divorce, and I’m dealing with a lot of personal things of my own. This is also the first time both of us have been struggling at the same time. He doesn’t really have friends where he is right now and has been feeling really lonely. When he would come home, he leaned on me a lot for support, and I wanted to be there for him. But because he had so much on his plate, I felt like I couldn’t fully express how I was feeling without adding more to his stress. Over time, that led me to feel emotionally disconnected. We haven’t been intimate in a while, and we also haven’t had many deep, heartfelt conversations.. especially from my side. I was holding things in because I didn’t want to overwhelm him, but doing that started to affect me more than I realized. We’ve talked about fixing things, and he really is trying. I see the effort. But for some reason, my brain can’t tell what feels real and what doesn’t anymore. It’s hard for me not to assume things were forgotten or overlooked, because that was one of our first issues. Even now, despite the effort he’s putting in, I can’t seem to shake that feeling. I know a lot of this probably stems from my parents’ divorce. When they told me, it made me question everything about my childhood. I always thought I had a perfect family, and now it feels like the foundation I trusted cracked… so I’m second-guessing everything else too, including my relationship. I love him, and I want this to work. I’m just trying to navigate a lot of change, grief, and confusion all at once, and it’s been harder than I expected. Any thoughts? 😕💕

I am spiraling A few months ago my boyfriend said he didn’t know if he loved me anymore. That just rocked me to my core. Ever since then I have been spiraling out of control. He was my main support system, my emergency contact. We have been through so much together. I was blindsided by that. I felt like I was being abandoned. A few weeks prior he said I was the love of his life. I just couldn’t believe he had doubts. My brain is just punishing myself for making him hate me. I was toxic and horrible. It was a bad situation and I had no coping skills and took my anger out on him. It was bad. I have so much guilt. He isn’t affectionate towards me anymore, there is no compassion. It is just cold and mean. I hate myself for hurting him this much and making him give up on me.

Does anyone have tips or advice for people with moral ocd. I know spoify is being boycotted and I use the app for convince with music streaming app and don't support them morally. Does anyone have any tips for getting over rumination when I use the app. I also have been having no one respond to my posts which is honestly distressing and frustrating

Can I tt smb please and please have a conversation with I need help badly...

So ocd, doesn't take it easy on me. I am always tired and overstimulated my thoughts are running wild. And my emotions always lurking on the surface. I had a shitty day today. I have had the tabbo thoughts. Way too Sexual. I dont have the gut to share them for you tho. So my mom and dad started attacking me about how i am always mean and a bitch and how i am a bully and ruin lives. Just like someone close to them did to them. It escalated quickly, and i finished the argument with the "as if you protected me in the past" its a quite sensitive topic for our family. My dad left and came back with red teary eyes. And now my mom gives me death stare looks. And now i truly feel bad. I have really become what i always hated. But its not only my fault. My parents are too. They were supposed to make me live a safe happy childhood. I grew up always neglected, unsafe, suffering.

Adults only Random but it would just be nice to be confident in myself and in the idea of dating people and asking people out. Can't really do that though because of all of the shame I have about how porn has been in my life and affected it so much. Just thinking about it makes my feel very isolating and really disgusting as a person and I just wish I could take it all away. Take it all back I guess. Idk, that's really it. I just wish I had the courage to ask out the person I like. I see plenty of people around me interested in other people, dating other people, and I have my chance right there but I feel like I'm blowing it and have been blowing it for so long. Even if I were to ask out this person, it just feels so disengenuous because they don't know about these secrets the I keep from my friends and family from this porn use. Worse, I just find myself going back to it. That's it I guess. I don't know if anyone else relates. I have one very good friend of mine here that strongly relates, which is nice to have. But I still feel alone about it. I feel like it's my fault completely too.

I was struggling, for months I was having a hard time. My OCD was triggered in the month of April this year and that’s where it began. It was really hard and for a month it got more and more difficult. Then I decided to find some therapy near me. It was talk therapy and it was nice, but I was still struggling, and I needed more guidance. During this time, it was so bad I was counting the days in between my therapy sessions when I first started talk therapy. Throughout talk therapy, I realized that I needed more help and I needed someone who can speak my language and you can understand the thoughts and feelings that I’m having. I’m sure that we all go through that when first dealing with Obsessive compulsive disorder. I didn’t understand it myself, maybe that’s what I say now, but maybe underneath all that misunderstanding. It was anger at the fact that this was happening to me. I felt angry. I was compulsively washing my hands 70 times every day I was basically hiding from people when they were talking to me, and I could barely touch food with my hands. I was suffering from contamination OCD, and before I knew it had engulfed my life. Fear became a bad friend. It was my biggest indulgence. I feared absolutely everything and anything. It was difficult. I felt alone, isolated, and hopeless. I was reaching a boiling point and that’s when I decided to go with NOCD and give it a try. Fast-forward months later, my life feels so much different. I still struggle on a daily basis but nowhere near as much as I once did. I feel like I mention it every session, but it’s crazy how much progress I made I’m always telling my therapist that I’m doing things that I once thought were impossible like touching my face, easily eating food with my hands, or looking at others when they’re talking to me. These were things that I literally couldn’t do a couple months ago. I still struggle every single day, but I’m learning every single day. I’m 25 years old and in my 25 years of living OCD has been the hardest thing that I’ve ever gone through and if you’re reading this, I want you to know that you can heal. It takes time and you have to keep it up. You can’t quit. Even as of writing this I’ve been going through some spikes lately, but I want you to know that you can get through this. In one of my sessions, I use the analogy of hitting a tire with a stick. The analogy came from a story that my Dad would tell me about him growing up in Mexico and how he would hit a tire with a stick for fun. You have to keep hitting the tire with the stick for the tire to keep going and you have to view your OCD/mental health the same way. You must continually work at it. I hope this post finds you all well. Recovery is possible. You are going to fight battles that no one will understand. There will not be many people in your personal life will truly understand, but give them grace and give yourself the strength to search out those who do understand. OCD is misunderstood by the masses, so find those who understand. OCD recovery is not a self rescue mission, it’s imperative that you address it, and find the help you need. Give yourself the grace needed to observe yourself without judgement. Applaud the progress you make, make a big deal out of it. Set your sights on new horizons and break through plateaus. 7 months ago I felt like I was struggling with fearfully living, now my eyes are set on living as fearlessly as I can, one day at a time. You got this. - C, (25)

What should I do if my OCD is getting way out of control, but I cannot afford therapy? Like I literally cannot function on any level right now, I can't do basic tasks. I feel ridiculous. Does nocd still have those weekly zoom calls? Like as a group, and free?

To anyone who seeks the deeper message that you're reading, I'm bout to keep it real continue on to where I'm leading. Plant a seedling deep as your demons garden of eden, after you sown go before you know it, you're reaping. The problems that it's growing slow, maybe it is just a ruse, greenery ain't showing how could it with what you're going through? Mental issues blooming unprovoked undiagnosed, getting by at most within your vision line no sign of hope. It's a parasitic cloud, Taylor made a shade of Grey diminishes from time to time but never fully fades away. Like a song stuck in your head it lingers on everyday you say this process has a point? No fucking way. Maybe I'm just lying to myself denial piled in myself the truth revealed when I'm sitting here rhyming to myself. Burning in me like a wildfire hired for my health until I brake the guise I'm crying out for help! Ruminating on this several hours seven days up out the week, never coming close to answers that I'm setting out to seek. Shackled down by the jury in my mind that can't decide which way to sway, by the time that I arrived I wasn't free. I'm imprisoned by this system till I Conquer this disease I'm hanging by a metal thread connected to a copper lead. Depression, OCD, anxiety disorder? Please. Time to cut the crap at last and admit that the act is me. If anyone has read this any would like to read the second verse, let me know and I'll post it.

TW: Mentions of traumatic events, sexual topics, and other things. I'll be 100% honest. This is going to be long. Very long. Very very very very long. I'm gonna try and keep it as concise as possible, while still providing enough details to properly express everything. Let's get started then. 1. Being a perpetrator of COCSA. I was young, around 12. This happened a few times. My step-brother was one of my victims. He doesn't seem to remember. I hate being around him. He acts perfectly normal around me, whereas I shrink myself down and try to be invisible. My step-mom was a victim of COCSA as well when she was really young. She started going off about it last night, about how much of a disgusting bitch her brother is, about how she wishes he would die. I wonder if my family were to remember what I did all those years ago, if they'd hate me, or if they'd try to kill me. They threaten to kill people messing with our family all the time. I almost just broke down crying when I heard her rant. I was on the phone with a friend and I basically just froze. Couldn't speak for a few minute. They were watching me play a game, and I just stopped playing for a moment. ___________________________________________ 2. My actions online. I was addicted to sexting for many years. Sending pictures of myself and receiving them from whoever would accept me. This took place from when I was like... 11-15. So many adults took advantage of me. I didn't even understand that this was illegal to do for the longest time. You'd think it'd be obvious, but no, I'm just a stupid idiot. There were questionable age gaps involved. I was 14 and someone was 17, I was 15 and someone was 12. I am so disgusted with myself, and I can't move on no matter how hard I try. ___________________________________________ 3. The death of my dog. We have to keep our German Shepherds and our small dogs separated, because one of the Shepherds will attack the small ones. One day, the violent Shepard got by the gate we built specifically to keep them back, and she attacked my dachshund. I was the only person to actually try to save her, everybody else just watched. I still have a small scar on my hand from where the small dog bit me out of fear. We live too far away from town, so there was no way we could've gotten her help in time. And even if we were closer, the vet was closed at this point. My best friend (who I'll talk about soon) said that the best thing I could do was try to keep her alive until morning. We couldn't stop the bleeding. She bled out, right there on the carpet. I lost it. I marched right up to my parents door and demanded we get rid of the dog. (Which, I'm normally quiet and timid, just shows how done I was.) That I was tired of worrying about this exact event happening every day. They shut me down, saying it was just an accident, and that I needed to calm down. My dad buried her right off the edge of the driveway. My brother accidentally hit it with the car the next day. I can't pet or be around that German Shepard without getting flashbacks. ___________________________________________ 4. Too much pain in the world. I'm tired of waking up every day and seeing some news story about how some place got bombed. Or how another war broke out. Or how children are getting trafficked. How am I supposed to live in a world so corrupt that even a sicko like me is disgusted? Why are the worst people in positions of power? People somehow more messed up than me, that actually ENJOY hurting people, getting all the power they could ever want. ___________________________________________ 5. I don't fight to stop the neglect. This part hurts to write. I still live in my neglectful household, since I haven't had the strength to work or really leave my house in 2 years. Dropped out of college at 18, and simply have been autopiloting since. My parents neglect my smaller dogs, and I'm only able to do so much to help them. One of them has fur so matted that you can't easily pet her anymore. And idk what to do. I can't cut her fur without help, because she flails around. I can't take her to the vet or a groomer, because then they'll call the authorities. I wish I could do more, but it feels so pointless. No matter how I try to fix up my house, it's never enough, no matter how much work I do for the dogs, it's never enough. ___________________________________________ 6. The toxic work culture and the system. I live in America, personally. I'm not gonna try and say it's the worst place to live, because it's absolutely not. But the idea that America is a shining beacon of hope and opportunity, is also false. I've watched the system beat down my entire family every way it can. My dad getting denied disability, my grandma being a victim of medical malpractice and nobody is willing to take her case. Am I so wrong for not wanting to participate? Am I so wrong for wanting to just run into the forest and never come back? I probably would, if I wasn't so weak and reliant on technology. I dunno anything about survival. ___________________________________________ 7. My POCD. (That I don't have a diagnosis of, but I hope that I have it.) I can't look at a child without having messed up thoughts. I can't hear a child's voice without getting groinals. Can't see a movie or an ad containing children without freaking out. I immediately shut my eyes or turn off the TV. I hate being around my nephew. I have false memories about him. What makes it worse, is that he loves me to death. During Thanksgiving, my family said that he looked sad until I walked out of my room. Despite me hating children as an adult, I've always been decent at entertaining kids. ___________________________________________ 8. My porn addiction. I've been addicted to pornography ever since I was around... 12? 13? It's been my main coping mechanism for years. Even now, when I'm obsessed with taboo themes and anything sexual disgusts me, it's still the only coping mechanism that works. Though I'll admit, if we had any alcohol around, I'd probably be drinking myself to death. I've watched so much messed up stuff. I've become desensitized, in a way. ___________________________________________ 9. My best friend. This'll probably be the longest bit, because it hurts the most. Saved this for last for a reason. She's been by my side for the last two years while I've been in my depressive slump. We've gotten so close over the last few years. Recently, though, I realized just how much of a disgusting perv and creep I've been towards her. Regardless of whether or not I've actually meant to be or not. All this creepy stuff has been my way of flirting, in a way. Especially when I was 18. I've gotten better at knowing what I should and shouldn't say over time. She tells me that I haven't done anything wrong, that she understands and accepts that I'm attracted to her sexually. (She even gets mad when I obsess and ask if I've done something wrong.) But I have, objectively, even if she doesn't think I have/she forgives me for it. I've been a pervert, plain and simple. I also have a real event/false memory of my potentially touching her inappropriately while we were swimming. I did do it, completely by mistake, and she acknowledges that, but I'm scared I actually meant to do it, enjoyed it, or even tried to do it again. I was so clingy that day, resting my head on her shoulder and cuddling with her in the car. (I asked permission to do so, of course) So the fact that I was already more touchy than I normally would be with any other person, I'm convinced that it did happen. ___________________________________________ So that's all. All that I'm willing to talk about. There's more than this, obviously. I want to stop obsessing over things. I know what my true values are, regardless of what events are real or not, regardless of what I can or cannot control in my life. I don't want to hurt people. I don't want to take advantage of people. Quite the opposite. I want to ease people's pain. I care about my friend so much. I have cried my eyes out over her so many times because I'm so scared I've hurt her, and she just won't admit it. She begs me to move out, to go live with her. And I don't trust myself to. I don't trust myself around her anymore. I want to know what she sees in me. She says I'm so kind, so respectful. That I'm one of the only people that click with her. But I feel like I've gaslit her into thinking that I'm a good person. Especially since she doesn't know about a lot I the stuff I talked about here. What am I even supposed to do, about any of this? Does anybody have any advice at all? I know I've talked about some heavy stuff, but I genuinely want to be a good person. I want to be better. But I don't know how. I'm just stuck in my room all the time because that's all I know how to do. For now, though, I'll probably just continue to lay in my bed. It's really all I have the strength left to do.

I read Dr. Greenberg article but I can’t seem to apply it.

What if you did something so extremely monstrous. disgusting, awful and horrible as a child but you didn’t know how horrible the events were that your POCD and real events OCD targets? Does it make the intrusive thoughts true? The POCD real events were genuinely extremely awful and horrible... no way around... it genuinely was extremely awful and horrible... I gag and vomit even thinking about it... its that horrible... I'm getting anxious from my POCD and real event OCD based on real events (happened 3 times) from when I was 13 or 14... I cant remember... I had a surface level idea of what these real events were when I was 13 or 14... but I didnt understand nor truly know the depth and consequences or how horrible these real events were... I don't ever want to ever be a P at all… I don't ever want to ever be a Chomo at all... i don’t ever want to ever be a rpist at all… I was either 13 or 14 when these real events happened and now I'm 24... I've asked my mom about this so many times and every time she tells me that it's not serious anymore, that the person is okay and doesnt remember, and that I'm not a rapist or a P or a chomo...  I didn’t realize how horrible the real events actually were… I was either 13 or 14 at the time… now I’m 24… my POCD and real event OCD call me a P or a chomo because of the real events… while my mom reassures me all the time that it’s all over, that it’s not serious anymore, that the person is okay, and that I’m not a P or a rapist or a chomo, but when I was doing compulsive research, I remember when I saw a post on a non OCD forum about someone’s similar situation to mine and two people said to the person that they mlested and that they needed  to turn themselves in… I don’t ever want to ever be a P or a chomo in any way shape or form… i didn’t know how horrible the real events were when I was either 13 or 14… I really didn’t… and after the real events I never did anything like that ever again, and I never once ever thought (before, and after) about doing stuff with kids in any way shape or form... I never once fantasized about kids or wanted to do anything with kids… I was either 13 or 14 and didn’t realize how horrible the actions were at the time and I never did it ever again… I never once fantasized about kids before or after the real event… I don't ever want to ever harm a child in any way shape or form... I seriously don't ever want to do that to any child in any way shape or form and I seriously don't ever want to do anything like that to any kid now or in the future… I never have had any fantasies about kids and I don't ever want to... I don't ever want to ever be a P or a chomo in any way shape or form... I cant remember if i was 13 or 14….. and after the real events I never did anything like that ever again, and I never once ever thought (before, and after) about doing stuff with kids in any way shape or form... I never once fantasized about kids or wanted to do anything with kids…  I was 13-14 and didn’t realize how horrible the actions were at the time and I never did it ever again… I never once fantasized about kids before or after the real event… And it’s comparing me to actual P’s and chomo’s who did stuff from 12-15 and then did stuff as adults, and making me think I’m a P and a Chomo because of it… I don’t ever want to ever be a P or a chomo in any way… 😭😭😭 I had a surface level idea of what these real events were when I was 13 or 14 because someone told me what these real events were before on the same day it happened for the 1st time... (it happened 3 times) but I didnt understand nor truly know the depth and consequences or how horrible these real events were... i truly didnt... I dont ever want to ever be what my pocd and real events ocd say I am... I dont ever want to be a P or a Chomo in any way... im so so scared... These real events were so extremely horrible and awful and worse than people realize... i g4g and vOmit and lie awake at night even thinking about them... thats how horrible and awful these mistakes were... I dont ever want to ever be a P or a MAP or a Chomo or a r4pist or anything like that... im so so so so so so so so so so triggered and scared and anxious... I also did something at the age of 13 that was also extremely horrible... they asked me if i did it or not, but me being 13 and not knowing what i did was wrong and horrible, i denied it because i was scared... ive lived in guilt for so long... i dont love myself... and I genuinely cant stomach the idea that im still here... I feel so guilty and horrible...

Hi everyone, this is my first post here so sorry if the format is off. I’ve been working with my therapist for about a year and a half. I’m not clinically diagnosed, but based on everything I’ve shared, she believes I have OCD. My obsessions shift over time, and for the past six months it has focused on relationship OCD around friendships. I constantly analyze whether the people I feel close to actually feel the same way about me. If I don’t get the exact kind of reassurance I’m hoping for, I spiral. Therapy hasn’t helped this specific issue much yet, and honestly it feels like it’s getting worse. I keep convincing myself that I have no friends, that I’m a loser, and that I’m basically a social reject in my town. I’ve even gotten into this pattern where I obsessively Snapchat people every single day because I’m terrified that if I don’t, they’ll forget about me or think I don’t care. Then I end up feeling like I’ve annoyed them. And when there’s a group outing with the girls in my town and I’m not invited, I get devastated for weeks. I don’t know if that’s normal or not, but it feels like confirmation that I’m rejected and don’t belong. I talk to a lot of people on Snapchat and I have several male friends (I’m female), but my OCD tells me that male friends don’t count and that having a big female friend group is the only “normal” way to be. That thought really eats at me. I want to put myself out there, but I get too scared. I’ve tried apps like Bumble BFF but never follow through. I’ve messaged old friends to hang out, but I get anxious about going to the things they do. The strange part is that I’m not even sure what I’m looking for anymore. I just know I’ve had good and bad friendships, and I can tell there are people I’d genuinely love to be friends with and others I don’t really want in my life. I’m not sure what to do next or how to break out of this loop. Any insight or similar experiences would mean a lot.

I feel like I don't see much about the type of OCD I'm experiencing, so maybe others can relate? I got engaged in April and have the most incredible fiancé. He is kind, understanding, and tells me constantly that he would never leave me in a million years. But losing him, my best friend and the love of my life, is my absolute worst fear in this world. I would never be the same. I'm an independent person, so I don't want this to sound like I depend on this relationship in an unhealthy way, but he isn't just my partner, he is literally my best friend. I mean seriously, we have so much fun together, we love each other so much, and he is just the biggest blessing. I have this fear that I'm going to do something or think something that would essentially be the thing that he leaves me for. So now, I'm constantly in this state of worry, feeling like I need to confess these thoughts to him. They may be intrusive, or have some logic to them but are essentially not a big deal and not worth saying. But anything that could be perceived as negative, I have to tell him. Like for example, I thought of something as a flaw on him, and I immediately spiraled and had to tell him just to make sure he wouldn't leave me for that. I essentially feel like if I don't say anything, I'm lying to him, and that I'm keeping something from him. I constantly tell myself, "he loves you so much, he would never leave you." but then I'm like, "Yeah, but what if this is the last straw? If he knew, would his feelings change?" I'm back in therapy for my OCD now, because this has really been affecting me, and it's just terrible. I feel like I don't deserve the happy moments I have with him, or at all. Like, I don't deserve to be present in the moment.

Adults only So I watch adult content and I'm trying not to be ashamed of that. It's something I'm sure almost all of us seen and may watch. Does anyone else struggle with POCD and see content that has fictional minors and it's just disgusting? You don't search for it but it still comes up anyway? Whether it's channels that have the content that is okay but then you go on their channel and they have disgusting stuff on their channel but you hope that they are just adults? Whether it's playlists, channels, it's annoying when people upload stuff like this and it's gross. I don't ever search for stuff like this but it still comes up and I only try to watch content I'm comfortable with. I get horrible flare ups and intrusive thoughts related to POCD whenever this happens. Worse, I'll watch something with a character I think is an adult and I get really worried about their age and then I get thoughts that say "You were attracted to this minor and didn't know her age" which really hurts me mentally too Do people without OCD just not care about this stuff?? I'm sure they do but not to this extent. If they see it, do they get very disturbed for a long time? I just don't know what to do. I feel very alone in this.

I’ve been having so many sleepless nights lately. I’ve always dealt with insomnia from rumination, but now that I’ve stopped smoking weed to fall asleep, I’m realizing how much it was covering up. My brain literally will not turn off. It is not even conscious thoughts. It is like my subconscious is running in the background while my eyes are closed. It feels more like I am stuck in meditation than actually sleeping. Last night I got maybe thirty minutes of real sleep. My body is so used to this that I still get up when my alarm goes off, but I am a zombie the whole day. I tried to lay back down around 8 a.m. for just an hour, and when I opened my eyes it was 8:52. I was not actively thinking about anything. It is just this quiet mental noise that keeps my whole body restless while I am praying for REM. Melatonin does nothing for me. I tried it again and it did not change anything. I am honestly scared my system is out of sync, and part of me keeps wanting to go back to weed because at least I slept. But I am trying to stay sober and clear headed, and I also have this dental implant so I really should not be smoking anyway. Just needed to get this out. If anyone has dealt with this level of insomnia, what helped you? I am struggling.

How does one get over a breakup? I have very little experience will take any ideas

Hi all I wanted to come on here and share this story because it’s been bothering me for so long. My fiancé knows of my hyperfixations and such, for instance I love reading dark romance books and I loved reading smut books for a long time and in November of 2023, about 3 ish months before I met my fiancé I downloaded an app called Character ai. I used the app for quite a bit and then I got really attached and decided to stop using it because I would be on it foreverrr, the same would happen to me when I’d read my dark romance books, I’d get too invested and I’d forget to do things so I stopped them all together. About 3 ish months after my fiancé and I started dating he got a new job that changed his schedule, and I wouldn’t be able to see him until the weekend so I got back into the app to have some hobby while he was at work. I’d write romance/ dark romance/smut stories with many different characters or just enemies to lovers stories because I thought it was fun and I could cater it to my liking if I needed to edit anything. Again I got too invested in these stories and then I remember at one point I grew out of the app and I deleted it in November of 2024. Then one day randomly I had a thought like “Wait what if that’s cheating?” And I spiraled. I was compulsively googling and researching to figure out if it was or not and I was having bad anxiety for days. During this time period I had a really bad issue with the “M” word and explicit content, and as time went on I realized I’d do it because of anxiety or stress as a quick relief, and I’d sometimes use this app to do it as I’d read my smut stories and such. I remember one time as well I panicked because some people were like “What if it isn’t ai and it’s real people” etc etc. For months I panicked and I went to my fiancé multiple times to talk to him about it and every-time He’s reassured me that he doesn’t consider that cheating because it’s an ai chat bot. Just back then when I played this app when we first started dating we never discussed playing certain otome interactive games and such and so I just thought of it as a hobby like how I’d read my dark romance smut books. Even though it’s almost been a year and a half since I deleted the app I’m so scared and anxious because of the thoughts “What if I had cheating intentions when playing this game? What if back then I played the game for malicious intent?” Just all thoughts along the lines of this and it still worries me to this day because my biggest fear is hurting my fiancé’s feelings :( I just don’t know what to do and no matter how many times my fiancé reassures me I still always get anxious about it and I’ll cry and break down because of it.

my friend has girlfriend who met on tinder abroad and they started seeing each other as she came to our country. The issue is that she lied to my friend on being 19 the whole time she was with him, and she actually was 3 years younger than him. He didn't know that and still had s&x with her many times. During her stay in my country she was still 16 and my friend had just become like 720 a week ago, she would have become 17 a month later. My friend discovered it during her stay, and i'm afraid he kept having s&x after discovering the age gap during that time frame where on paper they would have been 4 years apart . My friend is a good guy, I do not know how to ask this without sounding weird

I had a very bad dentist experience in 2020 and have not been able to go to a dentist since. Its not a phobia, I dont think. It really feels like my OCD. I ruminate, then avoid. Something bad will happen if I go to a dentist again. Im not sure what, but of course Ive imagined every possible thing over and over and some of the scenarios are so outlandish I know its my OCD. I also stopped flossing after that and have to distract myself with something in order to be able to brush my teeth, so sometimes a few days go by before I can get myself in a frame of mind to be able to brush my teeth again. Just related subject matter sets me off: I run through what happened again and again and run through all the bad scenerios that could happen -when I brush my teeth or something related comes up,etc. Like I had to leave when a kid showed me where her tooth fell out and I realized over an hour later that Id just gone out to my car and sat in the parking lot ruminating over it all. So all that was a perfect storm for a dental emergency, which is why Im going to dentist on monday to avoid sepsis. I can't be the only one who's had a situation like this: maybe not specifically the dentist, although I feel like that might be kind of common, but something where you HAD to go somewhere to do something that youve been avoiding HARD -there is no way to continue avoiding this. But I had to take the day off from work to even get myself to a place where I could call and make an appointment. What are some things that have helped you get into the headspace to go do something like that -and to keep from freaking out while waiting? And I feel like just laying eyes on the stuff in the office is going to trigger me big time. Im worried I'll get there and won't be able to go through with the appointment and I really, really need to. I mean, I was trying not to say it because it bothers me so bad i feel like saying it might be bad for someone else with OCD reading this: but how the heck am I ever going to be able to let a stranger touch my mouth?