Snaga wrote:Hello and welcome to the forums!
Thanks for the welcoming. It's been really hard dealing with this lately. Adding quarantine to the situation, memories fluctuated as all I can really do is think.
**TRIGGER WARNINGS**
[ !!! Before anyone reads this, I will visit topics that I assume may be triggering to others. I wouldn't want anyone who finds themselves sensitive to this content reading it. Thank you. ]
At first, it seemed difficult to believe I had OCD. I always associated OCD with symmetry, or with cleaning compulsive behavior. The difference was that, OCD was the first thing to pop up as soon as I bursted everything I felt into a google search.
Upon further reading, I realized I had repressed some memories. I do not know as I am no expert regarding the matter, but can you have multiple obsessions throughout your life?
The first manifestation I had was when I was really young. Would say around 7-8. My parents claim we were watching a show about germs and viruses. Immediately after that, they said I adopted pretty strange behaviours.
I would be sitting, playing with my toys and suddenly, I'd start thinking out of nowhere that I was infected. That millions of germs and bacteria where moving through my hands, and that they wanted to get inside of my body.
My hands would feel very warm, don't know if that was either stress or anxiety but I would always take it as a sign to wash my hands. I would then go and wash my hands repetitively, sometimes even 3 times as touching the door handle repeated the process.
I also grew afraid of objects close to mine being infected with germs. I'd become obsessed with the idea that my toys were filled with germs, so I would search for a bucket, water and soap and rinse them repetitively.
That is what I consider my first exposure, yet my doubt is, why isn't it the same obsession as before? I assume I grew out of it, but it didn't stop with that.
My second obsession was of religious nature. I had seen multiple movies (such as Jennifer's Body and a Cartoon Show) that involved Satanic Rituals / Selling your Soul themes. I remember I started feeling horrible whenever I happened to be somewhere religious. My mind would started spinning, filled with the urge or idea of screaming bad words towards religious figures that I knew were important.
My obsession evolved into the idea of possibly being possessed, or losing control and selling my soul to the devil.I remember having terrible fevers, and headaches. I would spend all of my day thinking whether I could be capable of doing these things willingly, or even worse, not being aware and unable to control myself.
Things come to a further end when I reach my middle school years. These were by far my worst experiences out of them all.
During middle school, my grades went down bad. I was failing every single subject, and I didn't feel a thing about it.
My parents panicked, and due to the situation, they said they would take extreme measures. During a period of time, I exposed myself to several things I am not proud of.
I would spend hours and hours watching stupid YouTube videos regarding things like Psychopaths and murder mysteries. Not to mention, my parents were a fan of these as well, so it was common for my family to watch shows about serial killers and different cases.
During this time I began with my intrusive thoughts about harm. My dad used to accuse me back then of being narcissistic, and warning me I could potentially be a psychopath. I grew obsessed with the idea, and I know at some point I started believing so.
I watched more and more videos of serial killers, read many articles, and hit rock bottom when I watched a YouTube video that included a link to a recording of two young men describing the process of how they were going to murder someone.
Even worse, I watched that recording. I was able to watch until the actual murder took place. I felt sick to my stomach and took the video off.
I didn't talk with my parents about what was going on back then. They instead were focused on the downfall of my grades. Shortly after this, my parents took away the internet in my house. Then my console. Then the TV. They even went to a point we're they told me they would take away pencils, pens and markers, because they were all I could entertain myself with.
My parents also worked all day, so they would pick me up from school, drop me off at home, lock the house, and go to work. I spent around 7 hours, locked up, all by myself.
During these times, my intrusive thoughts worsened. I started having all sorts of thoughts. Thoughts about going outside and killing random people. Or my parents. They felt so alien. Things I knew for sure I'd never do, but I was unsure if they were just thoughts or urges.
I began with the headaches again, and the fevers. Prolonged hours of thinking of what could happen, and when.
Eventually I hit rock bottom. Fell into depression. Everything seemed wrong. I talked with a close friend of mine about my suicidal tendencies. He got worried and he told my parents.
When I got home, they revealed they knew about my intentions, and confronted me. Upon this confrontation, I told them I sincerely was contemplating suicide.
Now, before anyone judges my parents, I judged them too. But I understood at some point that, they were skeptical. For them, my life seemed okay. And I understand it was tough to set themselves on my shoes, because, regardless of the fact that my life wasn't certainly the worst, it wasn't okay either.
I say this because, they pushed me to do it. They didn't believe I was capable of hurting myself, my dad dared me too. Said he would help me. And, I did.
I believe this caused a severe impact on me. A suicide attempt, encouraged by my parents felt terrible and eventually was the final straw.
This happened in middle school a couple years ago- and what is happening right now seems somewhat similar, yet feels different at the same time.
I sometimes wonder, what if I do not have OCD? What if I just want to believe that to hide that I would really act upon all of the things I think about? I feel depressed, and that I am affecting others. I can't stop asking myself questions.
I believe this to be one of my main questions, is it possible to have multiple obsessions as I've described? Thanks a lot for your reassurance SNAGA. It does make me feel better knowing I am understood.