Exactly a year ago, I was in a plane and we hit turbulence. People were scared and I was hoping for the plane to crash because I didnāt want to live anymore. I thought about suicide but was scared to do it because āwhat if I regret it last secondā so I was hoping to get in some kind of accident so I wouldnāt have to make a decision and my family wouldnāt have to live with the guilt of me committing suicide and them thinking they couldāve done something about it.
I was struggling bad with all kinds of OCD themes but the main one was SOCD. It started in my 30ās ā hindsight I had OCD tendencies growing up (never about my sexuality), but they would come and go and they were manageable. The SOCD turned into fear of going crazy because my thoughts wouldnāt make sense. I kept trying to figure it out by googling, reviewing memories with past girlfriends and girls I hooked up with to see if I was pretending, if what happened was real genuine feelings of mine. I would find relief knowing they were and be back to myself but as we know, I just kept feeding the monster. I required more digging mentally, the same reviews wouldnāt scratch the itch. It got to the point where I would review memories and google 24/7. I was sleeping 2-3 hours a day, I was in the verge of quitting my job because I couldnāt think of anything else. I was avoiding. I couldnāt watch TV or sports or hangout with my friends. I couldnāt be around people. Even male cartoons in video games would trigger me, so stopped playing them. I would only leave my house to go grocery shopping basically. If I had to do something social, Iād rely on a specific drug and developed substance abuse. Because my thoughts wouldnāt make sense and couldnāt figure out if I was turning gay or not and if my entire life had been a lie then I thought I was going crazy, which triggered other type of compulsions around my health. I also got diagnosed with Crohns right around the time my OCD ramped up. Then I thought I had a demon, even though I drifted away from religion many years ago, because I couldnāt explain or find out what was happening to me. The spiritual contamination triggered another wave of compulsions.
Long story short, I was home bound, constantly longing for a previous version of myself and contemplating suicide, doing tons of compulsions just to get back at that old me, just to go back to a time where those thoughts didnāt exist. I was having numerous panic attacks where I thought I was going to die. It was hell.
Luckily, I found NOCD through all my research (the one time it actually paid off). When I read the SOCD article on the NOCD site, I couldnāt believe it. It was almost as if I wrote the article. Then I started ERP, I was so excited I had found a ācure.ā Yeah, right, that shit was so scary. I thought ERP would turn me gay. (I canāt believe Iām typing the word GAY without a panic attack!). ERP was extremely difficult but worth every penny. Itās the most important thing Iāve ever done for myself.
Iām still working on it. Itās not easy, but I have my life back! I have anxiety from time to time, but itās nowhere close to what it was. I allow my to be anxious. I donāt run from it. I let it be and it hues away. I now have more positive experiences in my life now, before the net was negative. Overtime was that balance shifted into, āHey, I actually enjoy living.ā
Will I continue to get better? Maybe, maybe not. Will I turn gay? Maybe maybe not. Itās not that scary now. I wouldnāt like to turn gay but if it did happen, Iāve also worked on unconditional acceptance. If āmy worst case scenarioā came true, Iād still love myself and most of the close people around me would love me too. And if they didnāt, I wouldnāt want to be close to them anyway for being homophobic.
I realized ERP also helped me break down a lot of homophobia I had from societal and cultural influences growing up. Iām very happy now with my life. I get weird thoughts every now and then, but I just donāt figure them out and I show them irrelevancy by exposing myself to my āfear.ā
So yeah, you can do it! You can get better!
P.S. GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY