Hi all. I'm really excited to find a large community of Christians who are struggling with OCD. I mean, I am not happy that others are struggling, but I am happy to learn that there are others I can go through the struggle with. I've typed up my story before, so I will copy and paste that here. I will also provide a quick background on my faith.
I grew up in a Christian home, attending a church that's part of the Fellowship of Grace Brethren churches. My parents were never really huge role model Christians in my childhood, but we went to church on most Sundays. My grandma led me to Christ at the age of 8. I kind of mindlessly followed until about age 13, when I joined a program called Bible Quizzing. I was really good at it, and really enjoyed it, and I really believed that getting into the Word of God transformed my faith. I also attended a lot of youth conferences where God really moved in my heart and I could see him moving in the hearts of others. I am currently 19 and attending a public college. I distanced myself from my faith for a little while, but am slowly getting back into fellowship with a Christian church/group on campus that seems really welcoming.
Ok, so here's my OCD Story. (it's long so bear with me. But PLEASE READ!)
So up until now I had never questioned my sexuality. Even though I have only ever had one girlfriend, and we never did anything sexual, I was always comfortable with myself. I truly believed that God would bring the right girl into my life at some point. Also being a Christian, I believe it is important to stay pure. I've always viewed sex as something for a husband and wife, and since I haven't even had a serious girlfriend, I haven't really had the temptation to have sex.
My beliefs were shaken incredibly one night when I was in my college dorm looking for a study room. All of them were taken, so I decided to go into one that was occupied by a guy that I know on a casual basis. He is very openly gay. If you think of a stereotypical gay man, this is him. (I don't mean this to be offensive at all, btw. I know gays and straights come in all different kinds of people). He has a higher voice, always dresses up, has somewhat feminine features/a baby face (think Chris Colfer), pretty much only hangs out with girls, sews dresses for his friends in his spare time, and is a human sexualities minor.
So I get to talking to this guy, and I don't even remember how the conversation ended up there, but all of a sudden we were talking about gay people and how our families, religions, society, etc. views them. I shared with him my point of view (not to delve into detail, but it is guided by religion, although I am accepting of gay people. I have several gay friends, including one of my very best friends from high school who I helped through a traumatic coming out experience when his family turned his back on them). Then the conversation took a turn and he uttered something that has changed life as I know it. He told me that when he met me for the first time, he thought I was gay. I was taken aback by this. I began to feel uneasy. Suddenly he began to ask me questions, questions about my relationships, childhood, etc. I answered each one honestly, but all of a sudden my head started to get all panicky. As this guy told me stories from his childhood that he felt explained how he figured out he was gay, I found myself going through my childhood and checking off with relief that my experiences did not match up with his.
The conversation eventually ended, but not before he told me he has heard nine other people talk about my sexuality. This hurt me. I was suddenly self conscious of something I never had a reason to be before. I knew I wasn't the most stereotypically masculine guy, but I was always confident in my desire for women and my sexuality. Suddenly I started to rack my brain for answers to questions like, "Who was questioning my sexuality?" "Why were they questioning it?" "What do I do that comes across as gay?" and the worst of all, "What if I AM gay?"
The next few days were torturous. I talked with a few close friends about it, and they assured me they don't think I am gay. That would make me feel better, but only for a time. I'd be by myself and start thinking about it again. The dreaded what if would come into my head and I would think of a million things to justify my heterosexuality, but for every justification I came up with, another question/contrary thought would come into my head. I also feel a lot of stress talking to new people that I meet now. For example, at work the other day I was talking to this new girl. She is pretty cool. Not sure if I'm interested, but we're both the same major and I enjoyed talking to her. But in the back of my mind I would think, "Does she think I'm gay?" "How am I coming across right now?" "How does my voice sound?" "Is my body language conveying anything that might be construed as gay?" I've also applied some of these questions to close friends, which is the hardest. To think that any of my close friends might doubt my sexuality scares me to death and brings me back to the dreaded, "What if?"
It's horrible. Even though I think I'm straight, believe that God only makes people straight, and have only ever envisioned myself with girls, I can't convince myself that I am straight anymore. Some days are better than others, but so many red flags get raised that make me question. Like, "What if I'm only straight because I'm a Christian. I could really be gay but be repressing it," "What if I'm a latent homosexual?," "How will I really know until I actually have sex? But I want to wait until marriage, so how will I ever really be sure?" and the follow up to that is, (not an OCD question, but one that worries me greatly) "will I ever be able to have a healthy relationship?" I also increasingly am anxious when the subject of homosexuality comes up. I constantly wonder who speculates my sexuality. It scares me to death thinking I give off a gay vibe
This has progressed to an obsession about the whole issue of homosexuality altogether. I find myself spending hours researching the theological issue of it, googling testimonies/success stories of people who have left the homosexual lifestyle, etc. I try and find comfort in the fact that, "well, if I am gay, I can change."
In the title of this post I talk about my HOCD spreading... that is because I've been increasingly pressed to find "proof" that God really is real and that a belief in Christ is the way to heaven. I've spent hours scouring the web looking up prophecy, conversion stats, testimonies, etc. I have never doubted my faith so much than right now... last night I was practically in tears over it. I can't stop thinking about it though!! This "HOCD" as I have self-diagnosed, seems to be spreading to other areas.
I need help. I acknowledge that. I called and made an appointment with a counselor/psychologist today. I'm also going to talk to my pastor. I was just wondering, in the meantime, what others make of my story (specifically my HOCD claims) and if you all have any advice to give me. Words of encouragement, Bible verses, etc. are also welcome. Even just acknowledgement of my story and letting me know what you make of it/if there's anything you can identify with would be so great.
Thanks for reading and God bless!
I grew up in a Christian home, attending a church that's part of the Fellowship of Grace Brethren churches. My parents were never really huge role model Christians in my childhood, but we went to church on most Sundays. My grandma led me to Christ at the age of 8. I kind of mindlessly followed until about age 13, when I joined a program called Bible Quizzing. I was really good at it, and really enjoyed it, and I really believed that getting into the Word of God transformed my faith. I also attended a lot of youth conferences where God really moved in my heart and I could see him moving in the hearts of others. I am currently 19 and attending a public college. I distanced myself from my faith for a little while, but am slowly getting back into fellowship with a Christian church/group on campus that seems really welcoming.
Ok, so here's my OCD Story. (it's long so bear with me. But PLEASE READ!)
So up until now I had never questioned my sexuality. Even though I have only ever had one girlfriend, and we never did anything sexual, I was always comfortable with myself. I truly believed that God would bring the right girl into my life at some point. Also being a Christian, I believe it is important to stay pure. I've always viewed sex as something for a husband and wife, and since I haven't even had a serious girlfriend, I haven't really had the temptation to have sex.
My beliefs were shaken incredibly one night when I was in my college dorm looking for a study room. All of them were taken, so I decided to go into one that was occupied by a guy that I know on a casual basis. He is very openly gay. If you think of a stereotypical gay man, this is him. (I don't mean this to be offensive at all, btw. I know gays and straights come in all different kinds of people). He has a higher voice, always dresses up, has somewhat feminine features/a baby face (think Chris Colfer), pretty much only hangs out with girls, sews dresses for his friends in his spare time, and is a human sexualities minor.
So I get to talking to this guy, and I don't even remember how the conversation ended up there, but all of a sudden we were talking about gay people and how our families, religions, society, etc. views them. I shared with him my point of view (not to delve into detail, but it is guided by religion, although I am accepting of gay people. I have several gay friends, including one of my very best friends from high school who I helped through a traumatic coming out experience when his family turned his back on them). Then the conversation took a turn and he uttered something that has changed life as I know it. He told me that when he met me for the first time, he thought I was gay. I was taken aback by this. I began to feel uneasy. Suddenly he began to ask me questions, questions about my relationships, childhood, etc. I answered each one honestly, but all of a sudden my head started to get all panicky. As this guy told me stories from his childhood that he felt explained how he figured out he was gay, I found myself going through my childhood and checking off with relief that my experiences did not match up with his.
The conversation eventually ended, but not before he told me he has heard nine other people talk about my sexuality. This hurt me. I was suddenly self conscious of something I never had a reason to be before. I knew I wasn't the most stereotypically masculine guy, but I was always confident in my desire for women and my sexuality. Suddenly I started to rack my brain for answers to questions like, "Who was questioning my sexuality?" "Why were they questioning it?" "What do I do that comes across as gay?" and the worst of all, "What if I AM gay?"
The next few days were torturous. I talked with a few close friends about it, and they assured me they don't think I am gay. That would make me feel better, but only for a time. I'd be by myself and start thinking about it again. The dreaded what if would come into my head and I would think of a million things to justify my heterosexuality, but for every justification I came up with, another question/contrary thought would come into my head. I also feel a lot of stress talking to new people that I meet now. For example, at work the other day I was talking to this new girl. She is pretty cool. Not sure if I'm interested, but we're both the same major and I enjoyed talking to her. But in the back of my mind I would think, "Does she think I'm gay?" "How am I coming across right now?" "How does my voice sound?" "Is my body language conveying anything that might be construed as gay?" I've also applied some of these questions to close friends, which is the hardest. To think that any of my close friends might doubt my sexuality scares me to death and brings me back to the dreaded, "What if?"
It's horrible. Even though I think I'm straight, believe that God only makes people straight, and have only ever envisioned myself with girls, I can't convince myself that I am straight anymore. Some days are better than others, but so many red flags get raised that make me question. Like, "What if I'm only straight because I'm a Christian. I could really be gay but be repressing it," "What if I'm a latent homosexual?," "How will I really know until I actually have sex? But I want to wait until marriage, so how will I ever really be sure?" and the follow up to that is, (not an OCD question, but one that worries me greatly) "will I ever be able to have a healthy relationship?" I also increasingly am anxious when the subject of homosexuality comes up. I constantly wonder who speculates my sexuality. It scares me to death thinking I give off a gay vibe
This has progressed to an obsession about the whole issue of homosexuality altogether. I find myself spending hours researching the theological issue of it, googling testimonies/success stories of people who have left the homosexual lifestyle, etc. I try and find comfort in the fact that, "well, if I am gay, I can change."
In the title of this post I talk about my HOCD spreading... that is because I've been increasingly pressed to find "proof" that God really is real and that a belief in Christ is the way to heaven. I've spent hours scouring the web looking up prophecy, conversion stats, testimonies, etc. I have never doubted my faith so much than right now... last night I was practically in tears over it. I can't stop thinking about it though!! This "HOCD" as I have self-diagnosed, seems to be spreading to other areas.
I need help. I acknowledge that. I called and made an appointment with a counselor/psychologist today. I'm also going to talk to my pastor. I was just wondering, in the meantime, what others make of my story (specifically my HOCD claims) and if you all have any advice to give me. Words of encouragement, Bible verses, etc. are also welcome. Even just acknowledgement of my story and letting me know what you make of it/if there's anything you can identify with would be so great.
Thanks for reading and God bless!