by Artninja1995 » Wed Dec 16, 2020 8:42 am
I never thought about it that way. And maybe I’m saying it in a backwards way to try and make myself feel some semblance of better. You’re right. Outwardly I wasn’t so intolerant when I had my bad HOCD and TOCD spikes. But I think I still internalized it to try and combat the horrible things I was feeling.
See and I don’t know if I would want sympathy. Like you said, black and white, no grey. I feel like I would just want to be punished or put out of my misery.
I don’t want this to turn into a “just discovering that I do like this” thing. It’s what it almost feels like and I hate it. Or at least trying to feel like. I know what it feels like to discover something about yourself (I’ve mentioned before that Mass Effect made me realize that I would totally be okay with banging aliens). It was just like “huh, guess I learned something about myself. Okay, cool.” This doesn’t feel like that, in any way, shape, or form. This feels like a hollow, empty, uncomfortable ache in my chest that’s trying to pass itself off as a good feeling, when it does not feel good at all. It’s got me tense a good majority of the time, and my muscles hurt.
What happened to a month ago where the mere thought of the possibility of being attracted to a minor made me feel sick to my stomach and scared out of my mind that I was gonna be put in jail. Has OCD really dug it’s claws in that deep? If so, it’s because I’ve let it. I fell for it’s game again and again and again. And I’m so hesitant about doing ERP, I’ll literally make up any excuse not to do it, even though I know I would benefit. I’m worried there’s a “deeper reason”. Realistically I know I should just be like “we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it”. And do the ERP anyway, but I’m still holding myself back.
My brain’s all scrambled. I can’t tell what’s up from down, and which thoughts are intrusive or my genuine thoughts anymore. I can’t even feel any anxiety, which also makes ERP hard. When I try to do exposures (and I’m probably not doing them properly), it’s like I can’t provoke the anxiety. It’s like I clam up. And that worries me.
I still just want to hide in my room a lot. I’m still avoiding doing most of my hobbies because I still don’t want them to be tainted. Games, music, my writing, my drawing, doesn’t matter. I don’t sleep very well still. I avoid looking at the Christmas cards anyone has sent in with younger children.
I just want to go back to how it was before this spike :/