To briefly summarize my story. I had quite a few OCD related problems in life (obsessively washing hands and refusing to touch things,
cursing my mother in head and having to admit it to her constantly, afraid I'm attracted or in love with my mother and a few more).
These things first started occurring when I was about 10 years old (now I'm turning 21).
4 years ago my friend told me that he's afraid he might be gay (he also has HOCD) and soon after I also started obsessing about the same thing.
I was always fantasizing about girls. I remember I was mastrubating to pictures of nude girls when I was 10-11 years old, never really had any
thoughts about men in sexual way, at least not that I would remember for sure.
I started looking at pictures of nude men and monitoring how aroused I was getting (visually looking). My compulsions still remain to this day,
I think of the guy mentioned below and I visually check or feel with hand just how aroused I got. I do this in private, on train, in school...
I try to hide it but I know people notice.
Pretty much immediately after I started doubting my sexuality I realized one of my class mates is arousing me and he's arousing me, I don't find him good looking, I just find him VERY sexual.
Everything about him, his lips, his head, his hands, everything on him is so large and wide.
Just typing this I'm getting very aroused (and I don't even care, I don't get anxious, I don't feel any different anymore even if I'm getting aroused).
Every day, wheather I see him or not I think of him and I'm getting aroused because he's so sexual to me.
He is the one I'm obsessing about the most by far. Other men arouse me too but I'm not obsessing about others as much as I am with him.
I'm sorry if this is sensitive but I feel like I want to describe the way I'm getting aroused: I think of his face and his lips and I get aroused, my penis gets enlarged and swollen,
writing this I got a "semi-boner" but usually it's a little less than that but still an obvious change. I also feel VERY aroused, he's so sexual to me that I get really aroused.
I don't often think about very sexual stuff about him, just his face mostly, seriously - just writing about him I'm so aroused and I don't even panic or anything, I don't even care, I still
feel okay with no anxiety.
For last year or so I was feeling relatively ok, still checking and having compulsions but not to the point that it was making me useless. I stopped my medication about 5 months ago
(was on 150mg of Asentra/Zoloft). 40 days ago things took an ugly turn. I was starting to obsess a lot more again (had a lot of free time in between so maybe that contributed), felt
very depressed, wasn't eating almost anything for a week and started taking my medication back. After about 10-12 days my mood started to improve. I wasn't depressed anymore but I was still
checking my arousal and thinking about the class mate mentioned above for the majority of the day. I could still play video games and not check then but for example even when I was helping
my father with wood work I was constantly feeling my penis with my hand to check just how aroused I was getting because I was constantly thinking about him, when I wasn't thinking about him
because of obsessive thoughts I was intentionally thinking about him because I was trying how aroused I would get. 10 days ago things again started to go down, I was again feeling more down
and depressed, didn't really want to do anything, still had my appetite however. I was also starting to feel like I'm accepting that I really am attracted to men (I feel like I knew I was for
about 2 years now but still didn't want it and still didn't think about accepting it even tho I felt like I am accepting it in between and knew that's the only way, I ignored it even tho I deep down
knew it was true). I could feel okay but didn't want to because I know I could only feel okay about everything because I'm accepting it. I could think that I know it's true and I could get aroused
and still feel just fine, it's like it didn't bother me. I didn't want to feel good because of this (I didn't want to accept the fact I'm accepting the reality). Multiple days happened where
I knew I really was attracted to men too (so bisexual) and still felt ok, I could think about that this is me and I'm accepting it and still felt okay.
I knew this is because I'm accepting it. I could think of that class mate and got aroused and it didn't change my mood.
When I was thinking of him to see how aroused I would get I didn't care whether I got arousal or not, nothing changed my mood.
After third day (not in a row and not for a full day but in the same week) that I felt like I don't care and I just accepted it I called doctor and ask to seek help with psychiatrist.
I was talking with the nurse on the phone and she said that there is nothing wrong with this and that it can be hard to accept the truth about yourself. These kind of words should trigger me
but because I accepted everything they didn't, I didn't feel any anxiety or anything even tho she said that. I got to the doctor and he said that everyone is on a spectrum and I just have to
find where I am. This was my first visit at this doctor but I explained to him everything about how it started and my problems and my history with OCD.
I asked him that if I know I really am attracted to men and especially to that class mate in particular if that means it's true or could OCD somehow caused everything (I know it couldn't cause
things that I have but I still asked) and he said "well if you know then you know". Words like that should make me anxious but they didn't. They didn't because I really accepted everything.
I knew I could accept it fully but I didn't want to. I didn't want this. I didn't want to accept everything even if I knew I could. I called my mother and had almost 2 hour talk over the phone
telling her that I don't want to accept this even if I already did and I knew I could and I knew this would solve my problems. I just don't want this to be the truth. I don't want it but I accepted it.
Day after I had a doctor again (not a psychiatric) and I asked her if this could be caused because of OCD and she said "It's very unlikely that sexual attraction like this is caused by OCD". Again words
that should make me anxious but they didn't.
I'm going through my day and feeling okay and laughing with my friends even when all these happened and I know I accepted it. I can't believe I accepted it. I'm refusing to feel good because I don't like the fact that I accepted it.
I don't want this to be the truth but it is. I don't want to be what I never thought I was before 4 years ago. I can't believe I'm accepting this in real life.
I can't believe this is my life. I don't want to be bisexual. I now just need to fully accept and deal with it.
What do I even think? I don't want to be bisexual and I don't want to accept it. But I am and I did.
Even when writing all this there was no anxiety and no saddness, I feel good but I shouldn't. I was very aroused and didn't care when describing my class mate, writing this now makes me think of him again and I again get very aroused
and don't feel anxious or anything, I don't even care. I don't know why I have to be this, why does it have to be me. I'm often enjoying it now, not resisting at all,
I don't even care and I don't even check for how aroused I got.
Why did God or whoever created me made me like this...
I can't believe I have to live like this and that I have to accept myself as bisexual. I was still giving myself false hope for two years now even tho I knew it's true.
Now I don't have any hope that it isn't true and I'm not even panicking about it. I'm just getting aroused and I'm not anxious or sad or anything. I really don't care and I should.
I don't want to accept this.
Is there any hope for me? what do I even do? What do I think of myself? I can't believe I'm at a point where I'm accepting it and I will live with it. I don't know what to
think about that. I hoped things would turn out differently even if hope was false. I would like to go back to ignorance with my false hope.
I'm constantly getting aroused and I don't even care and I still feel good and I could just do other things and be happy and accept it. I can't believe I really accepted it.
I want that I don't accept it but that's not an option. I want that I have hope but that's not an option. I want to believe this isn't really the truth but that's not an option.
Can't even believe I was so ignorant for the time ignoring everything even if I was constantly getting aroused by him and I REALLY REALLY find him so insanely sexual and get so aroused by him every single day.
The way he arouses me is real and I know it's real. I don't even know why I'm writing this. It's like I want to hear I'm not bisexual even if I really am getting SO INSANELY AROUSED by him. I also see people say it's anxiety that feels like arousal but I don't feel any anxiety what so ever. My arousals are real. I don't want this to be reality but it is.
I don't know what to do, I can just live like it's nothing and I just accepted it and that's it but I don't want that so I'm resisting it. I'm trying not to be happy even tho I could be.
How can I be okay with this? How can I be just okay that this is me? That this is truly what I am? I should be panicking because I accepted it and everything and I should feel sad. But I accepted it
so I don't feel any of that. I don't care for arousal, I don't care that I find him so INSANELY sexual.
I don't even know why I'm writing this, I can't believe I accepted it and I'm just fine with everything.
I just want to go watch tv now like it's nothing even now I'm aroused by him and I have a semi-boner because I imagined his face. No anxiety ever. I feel okay no matter what... The only time I start to feel some
anxiety is when I think that my father said some homophobic stuff or when I think that my friends won't really like that.
My story is also objectively different from typical HOCD stories. I'm actually getting aroused and I actually find him sexually attractive. It's not maybe or something. He's SUPER sexual to me, very very sexual. I get very very aroused just when I think about his face. He's so sexual to me. The most sexual thing in existence.
I really don't know why...