Ok, this is gonna be long, so please bear with me. For as long as I can remember I have been having strange disturbances in my thought process. It's really hard to explain but I'll try.
When I was little I would get scared, and I would try to get my mind off of it by thinking of a cartoon that I had watched earlier in the day. While I was imagining these cartoons a character would get killed in a very gruesome way. I would replay the cartoon over and over in my head trying to make it go the way it went when I actually watched it. But, everytime the same thing would happen at the same point in cartoon. No matter how hard I tried to make it go the right way. For example one day I was scared so I started to think about the cartoon "hey arnold" that I had watched that day. At one part in thought (of the cartoon) Arnold's head got cut off. It was a very graphic image, very violent. So I would keep trying to replay the story in my head trying to make go right. But, it never would.
For the past couple of years I have been having unwanted thoughts of violence. Out of nowhere I'll get these thoughts and images about me or my loved ones getting hurt. I don't ever believe that these thoughts are going to happen, but they still scare me. And cause me to analyze and judge my own personality. This also causes anxiety. These thoughts get into extreme detail. For example, the other day, I had a thought that my sister's boyfriend (not Amy's) raped me. This thought was so detailed that it even went so far as to how I escaped and what I did afterwards. Another time I was laying in bed and I imagined myself sitting on my bed hearing and arguement between my mother and my stepfather (remember I was imagining this). Although I didn't see the images of the argument in my head, I knew what was happening. While they were fighting my stepfather pushed my mother into my door, and her head hit the door so hard that her neck snapped and she died. Athough I didn't see actual images of the whole fight, I did see the image of my mother's neck snapping. I knew the whole time that it was just a thought, and I was completely concsious the whole time. But it scared the $#%^ out of me.
Why is this happening? Could it be ocd? I'd appreciate any replies. This is really bothering me. If you actually got through this whole post, then, thanx for your time.
Kayty