by Snaga » Mon Jan 11, 2016 8:13 pm
I know. And OCD eats it up like a beagle scarfing puppy chow.
The biggest trap is seeking reassurance... from me, or anyone. Yes, I can't help it, I WANT to reassure... and I give it the old college try from time to time. But OCD, when ppl are really bad in its grip, twists every thing I write, until I'm beside myself. So... I've gotten to where I just tell it straight. You have to decide you're not gay. Period.
And stick to it. because those intrusive thoughts are probably not going anywhere.
I've had harm OCD intrusive thoughts about killing myself, pets, loved ones, for forty years. Those thoughts, are not going anywhere. I have, learned to not let them bother me, much. Accidental harm is another matter, I'll drive back several miles, hating myself the whole time, to make sure that bump wasn't a person (it never is, imagine that). But murder? I had to learn not to let those thoughts bother me. It gets freaking old, after a while, thinking you're going to kill the person laying next to you in bed. I can write this, now, and admit it, because I just decided I didn't care anymore. I don't care. I'll worry about it, when I wake up in a pool of someone else's blood. Until then, screw it. Best two words for OCD. (rhymes with DUCK) It. I think I'm gay, all the time. And I am. But I'm also straight. I'm bisexual, in fact. but I get my own little version of HOCD... oh I'm gay, I'm gay, I'll never be happy with a girl... all I have to do, is watch my favorite burlesque Youtubes, or an old movie with Jayne Mansfield, or just remember, hey, what do I check out at (the mall, Walmart, etc.). Oh. Yeah. I check out girls. Granted, I occasionally check out the dudes, but what do I INSTINCTIVELY look at? Nenas. every time. That doesn't sound very gay to me. Besides I've taken every sex test out there, and I'm always smack dab in the middle. Those are FACTS. Not how I feel. Not second-guessing. Not testing- because even if I were NOT Bi?*** Looking at porn, any kind of porn, is going to produce a response. Sex is sex is sex, and there are plenty of straight guys out there, who look at gay porn, because they've burnt themselves out on the 'regular' stuff. And you can condition yourself to a style of porn. One day.. I'm going to test that theory, and masturbate to nothing but photos of giraffes. because I want to prove, I can generate a Pavlovian-style response to giraffes on a computer monitor.
So you mustn't 'test', and don't worry about groinal responses. Ever time I hear the words, 'groinal response', it sounds like fingernails on a blackboard. Screw the groinal response. Extreme anxiety, such as putting my hand where it doesn't belong, in something that can remove it in an instant, makes exactly the same feeling in the same place you described. And sex has nothing to do with it.
And OCD will stop at nothing, to get what it wants. It needs fear, loves it, bathes in it, dresses up in it, wraps itself luxuriantly in wonderful anxiety. It will make you think you're gay, any way it can. It will even let you get satisfied it's gone away... oh no, it hasn't, sweets. It's waiting. To catch you off balance, with an out-of-the-blue thought, that brings false peace crashing down, once again. It's really good at that.
And so... reassurance, doesn't fly in the long run. Nope, for myself, what works is just as simple as a decision. I'm not killing anyone. I'm not gay. I didn't leave the car window down. I didn't, I'm not, and I don't care, and so what? and those thoughts can go screw themselves, and hang the consequences, show me where I am/have done/am doing what is trying to scare me, and then I'll be scared. Until then, I can't be bothered with idiotic thoughts that I don't even want to have, so I'm going to ignore them, like any brat, they'll get bored and leave me alone for a while.
(*** and how do I know I'm Bi, and the folks with HOCD aren't in denial? Well, you might be, hon, but I never had an intrusive thought OMG what if I'm Gay? what if I've the hots for another guy? I did have the hots, and I liked it, and it felt natural, and I didn't get scared by it, I wanted more of it. I tortured myself for having the thought, ofc, because you're not supposed to be gay, at least, in 1977 you weren't- which is something else entirely, although OCD will twist this paragraph to mimic the same thing)