I sort of felt forced to make a false confession in my mind and tell myself that part of what the OCD was saying was true, even though it wasn't. I felt a moment of relief (probably just because I felt like I wasn't going to have to constantly fight anymore. But then the anxiety started again...
Warning...this topic mentions things of a sexual nature (but I won't go into too much detail).
I'm very much in love with a wonderful man and wanting to be as faithful to him as anyone could possibly be.
I'm afraid of men on the street or on the bus touching me even accidentally, so I avoid...