- Date posted
- 7y
Sorry in advance for long this post is going to be but I need to get it out because I can’t stop crying and I don’t know if it’s triggering or not but I’m gonna put the warning just incase. I already know today is going to be the worst. I woke up multiple times in the night last night and even half-asleep my head was just constantly racing. I wasn’t even anxious I was just lying there wishing it would shut up. But the worst part of it is the lack of anxiety. It sounds so paradoxical but I WANT the anxiety and the panic because then I know something is wrong. At least if I’m anxious, I can do something to make me feel okay again. Anything is better than this weird, empty hollow feeling I have because no compulsion is going to help me. There’s no anxiety there to relieve it’s just complete nothingness. And I know I’ve said this before and everyone says it but that whole problem makes me think this can’t be OCD, there’s absolutely no way. As for the sexuality thoughts, I feel pretty much done. I am sick to death of thinking about sex and attraction all the time. I’m sick of it. I don’t want to see another man or another woman ever again right now. Saying this scares me because I read other SOOCD posts and nobody ever seems to say it but I’m going to say it now even though I’m at risk of someone telling me it’s not OCD - I have no interest in the opposite sex anymore. I just don’t. In fact the idea of boys petrifies me now and I don’t want to think about it anymore. I know I used to fantasise and have celebrity crushes (even though I literally can’t remember what it felt like anymore) but it doesn’t happen anymore. Even though literally yesterday I walked past a man who smelt nice and smiled to myself because I remembered how attractive a nice smell is for a man. I literally want to be alone for the rest of my life because of this. I want to be by myself forever now. I’m 20 years old and I literally feel broken beyond repair. Sorry to go on for so long but the last thing I feel is that I literally don’t know who I am. I don’t know if this is derealisation or depersonalisation, I don’t know but I don’t feel connected to my body, I feel like my voice isn’t mine, the person in the mirror isn’t me. I absolutely sob when I think of the fact that other people have their own perceptions of me. Because of this I cut myself off from everyone except my closest friends, removed all pictures from social media, unfollowed 90% of people and removed them from following me and I hate going outside simply for the fact that other people will see me and may think things about me. The way I see things now is that my home is my only safe place. I kind of want to delete all this because I feel so stupid and selfish and like everyone’s gonna roll their eyes but I’m just scared and just wanted to talk I suppose.
- Trigger warning
- "Pure" OCD
- Sexual Orientation OCD