>One year>Countless /adv/ threads later>Conclude it was an episode of real event OCD, nothing elseI knew it was in my head, but I had no idea it was OCD. I thought I had "trauma" or PTSD issues. Little did I know, it was one giant episode of OCD.I've spent one year obsessing about a problem every moment of every day, every hour. I burst into tears when I realized.Do you guys know how exhausting that is? Imagine if I told you you couldonly think about one problem, trying to solve it, every day from now on until November 2025. On March 2025 you will think about this problem, April 2025 think about this problem. June 2025 think about this problem. Through September, think about this problem.I saw 4 shrinks. I struggled, every day. Countless ChatGPT sessions. Countless "breakthroughs" only to relapse later (will I relapse again?)The problem was nothing other than OCD. And if I didn't "solve it", I would've spent my life living with the shame associated with that event. It was life altering. I already spent a year, and I refused to accept I would spend the rest of my life with it, because I knew I did not do anything really wrong.First time in my life, I cried literal rivers. It's been 4 hours, and my face is still crusty with dried tears.Question: Has anyone else had real event OCD? If so, what are strategies to deal with it? I'm sure knowing it is OCD helps not falling into rabbit holes like this again. The fact that I did not know what was happening was why I was stuck for a year, trying to figure out what was going on with me. My tears were from realizing how mentally ill I had become and that it was OCD all along (had small bursts of OCD before but never an episode lasting longer than a week, 2024 has been hell).
I don't think I have this but I would always wonder how my friends rolled off mistakes and embarrassment so much easier than me. I have to accept im a retard and just move on usually
>>32337964You don't if it doesn't cause an identity crisis and a compulsion to "fix" your mistake, however benign it wasI was stuck on a woman, wondering why I was obsessed with her when I didn't want her, never was interested in her, STILL didn't want her. I was still obsessed. Why? She wanted me, not the other way around, yet I spent 365 days trying to fix my mistake. I didn't know it was OCD, just a realization that if I didn't "fix" the mistake, I'd forever be identified as a fuck up, and I knew I wasn't a fuck up, I literally didn't do anything wrong. I literally, actually, didn't do anything wrong. I got resentful, bitter, upset I became like that when I literally did nothing wrong. It almost ruined my life. Fixing it made me realize it was just OCD and that freaked me out. Realizing just how unreal my struggle for an entire year was, was scary
