What are your issues?
And how do they affect you?
For me, it varies. I don't really believe in labels of any kind that much. It's a personal thing. Especially those involving mental ''disorders'' and things seen in a generally negative light.
But, for the sake of convenience, I'd figure I'll make a list of things I went through, and am still going through. I'll ask some questions, and give some tips out if I can.
Here goes:
POCD: Boy, wasn't this a nightmare. This particular sub-variant of OCD I went through last summer. It essentially started with me having a sexual fantasy of someone who appeared way younger than me.(Realistically, they where a grade level lower and not that dispersed age-wise, but my mind didn't focus on the logistics at that time.) I did enjoy it, but it's at that point the question hit me: Am I a Pedophile? and sparing unnecessary details, I fell into a spiral of $#%^ to say the least. I researched endlessly, looked at the Paraphilia section of this site like mad(They're legit ok people tbh), and the like. I listened to music to distract myself a lot. Particularly Foggy-Come Into My Dream. Analyzing why this song and not something else is another story I'm too lazy to tell. Eventually, I reached the absolute boiling point of my stress threshold, and broke down crying and sputtering in front of my parents about the possibility. Luckily, they where immensely understanding. Much more so than I expected and even hoped for. My dad in particular talked to me through my feelings, and low and behold, with me choosing to detach myself from my thoughts, I feel nothing for younger individuals anymore.(Not like I ever truly did, as a 2-year difference essentially means nothing.) My advice is this: DON'T CHECK, DON'T RUMINATE, LET REACTIONS COME AND GO, AND BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF. ALL of which are MUCH harder to actually do than say, this is 100 percent true. But in the end, it's all you can do to realize the truth. And, if it is true, (probably not

HOCD: Now, this, was tricky. I essentially had this before POCD. It happened in a similar way, with me liking the thought of being in a sexual encounter with another male.(Yes, I'm a guy). But, after applying the same strategy, I've accepted that this is what I'm mainly attracted to. Other males. Although, lately, the attraction has been dwindling. And I still find certain females attractive, and sometimes neither at all. I'm still confused, and it varies often. But my thought patterns really did mimic that of HOCD. But I entirely doubt that it's HOCD if you enjoy the thoughts, and it's homosexuality if you don't. Really, as gut-wrenching as it is, honesty is key. Among other things stated.
T(Trans)OCD: Now this wasn't ever a full on problem. For my entire life I've found myself interested in the things that make up the concepts of ''Male'' and ''Female'' in the mental aspect, minus the physical. If I where to be super technically, I'd either be agender, pangender, or genderfluid. Why I mention the two along with genderfluid, is because I feel those ways most often if not male. But tbh, To me, the physical body and mental ''body'' is just a vessel, and not the ''truest'' and ''purest'' expression of yourself. I'm fine with male pronouns, just for simplicity, but overall I don't care. I did have conflicting thoughts on my gender identity every know and then, but really I like to cash it of as exaggerations and not much else. Likewise, this never fully formed, and doesn't bother me too much.
And, the crulest bitch of them all come the worst I've yet to experience thought wise:
Health-OCD: This. I. Could. Write. An. Effing. Book. On. XD. Much like my thoughts on gender and sex, this has been with me for as long as I could remember. My mother is a doctor, or was at least. And I'd remember at the earliest point hearing of a condition or disease, worrying about it, asking her once I've had enough worries, and dismissing it. It happened that fast, and was an annoying experience. As quick as the ''masks'' changed, and as short and satisfying the answers and the likes were, I still felt terrible dread and anxiety. Later on, it moved to more specific conditions and slowed down, but followed the same pattern. Except the fact that my mom eventually got fed up, and asked me to stop being so paranoid. That's when internet digging came into play, and nothing's changed except for that. In the same timeframe as summer, along with POCD, I had a crippling fear of developing Alzheimer's Dementia in the future. However, $#%^ got weird here. I don't actively recall using any techniques to quell the thoughts to nonexistence, so I have no clue how they stopped showing. Perhaps I accepted my unknowable fate? Got scared enough to stop caring?(It can happen oddly enough). Did I distract myself to the point of forgetting, I don't know, and can't answer. But currently, I'm dealing with the fear of HIV and Epilepsy(Dwindling). The former is due to odd experiences I'll tell of now. And the latter is due to me having something reminiscent of a seizure in class. I haven't gone to the doctor yet, and am trying to work out how to manage all of this overall. If you'd like to know more about that class event, go here:http://www.psychforums.com/living-with-mental-illness/topic172776.html#p1795312 if it even works. It's a separate story, and I'm calmer now, but still fairly spooked. As for the fear of HIV, it began after going over it in a Health elective I'm taking. Essentially, once I've absorbed all of the knowledge, I thought back to my past which I barely remember, and thought of all the ways I could've contracted it unknowingly. I was a reactive kid, so yeah. I posted this elsewhere, so you may have to check my profile to look for it. I'm to lazy to post a second link. But essentially I fabricated a memory of my babysitter molesting me, and me thinking I contracted it when I smelled and possibly licked this guys underwear that I liked.(Long story, I was messed up then). And now, I'm stuck here thinking of having all of these conditions, and am verging on suicide. I know what to do to combat the thoughts, but I can't because these are all physically connected issues. The only thing that will calm me down is an actual test, which I'm considering telling my mom about, and spilling my tar-like purple heart out all over again. Overall, I am a mess. And am really becoming more reclusive, apathetic, and even violent sometimes. But not quite off the edge yet. So, with all of that out of the way, comment away I guess.