Here's a complicated obsession for those of you willing to read it:
I've been bothered (bothered? tormented is more like it!) with fear of sexual stuff, like when I did home care for the elderly I was terrified that I might be thinking sexual things about them or that I might touch them inappropriately. Since I had to help them with dressing, bathing, etc. it was awful. I ended up just hating my job! Every time I had to touch them it was so difficult, and I felt like I needed to do it "just right" somehow to prevent anything happening. It was miserable.
So over the summer I moved and met the sweetest guy in the world
we love each other a lot. I've told him all about this stuff and he understands, which is awesome, though it was really hard to talk about and still is.
However, the fear has morphed a little bit, because of all the times that I freaked out and thought "what if I had an evil thought in my head when I was helping my client dress? Did I bump into them accidentally or was it on purpose?" Now, my brain is going back over and over and OVER trying to remember and analyze and figure out if I ever did anything wrong, because the way my brain is reasoning is that if I'm an evil person, my boyfriend won't love me any more. I'm terrified of that, so naturally my OCD picks something that will make me increasingly uncertain and worried.
Does this make sense? It's really really bothering me. The only thing that's keeping me going right now is that I have in the past told a Christian counselor about all this, and he didn't seem to think I was crazy or evil...so there's one little shred of outside evidence that I'm not...
I don't know what to do. I really don't.
I've been bothered (bothered? tormented is more like it!) with fear of sexual stuff, like when I did home care for the elderly I was terrified that I might be thinking sexual things about them or that I might touch them inappropriately. Since I had to help them with dressing, bathing, etc. it was awful. I ended up just hating my job! Every time I had to touch them it was so difficult, and I felt like I needed to do it "just right" somehow to prevent anything happening. It was miserable.
So over the summer I moved and met the sweetest guy in the world
However, the fear has morphed a little bit, because of all the times that I freaked out and thought "what if I had an evil thought in my head when I was helping my client dress? Did I bump into them accidentally or was it on purpose?" Now, my brain is going back over and over and OVER trying to remember and analyze and figure out if I ever did anything wrong, because the way my brain is reasoning is that if I'm an evil person, my boyfriend won't love me any more. I'm terrified of that, so naturally my OCD picks something that will make me increasingly uncertain and worried.
Does this make sense? It's really really bothering me. The only thing that's keeping me going right now is that I have in the past told a Christian counselor about all this, and he didn't seem to think I was crazy or evil...so there's one little shred of outside evidence that I'm not...

I don't know what to do. I really don't.
