Confessions of an Office Worker: Before, during and after a Pandemic

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Then I started to get to know him on a personal level. I knew he was married, so that was a great ice breaker for me. Eventually, we started texting each other outside of work. I have suffered with what I have called anxiety my entire life: over things big, small, and in-between. I would lose sleep, change eating habits, and worry about things non-stop. I could control it, however. As a child, I was touched inappropriately at school by another girl. This sent me into a whirlwind of another kind of anxiety…one that I could not seem to control…and it made me begin to have intrusive thoughts of my being gay. Of course, I did not know that they were called intrusive thoughts, and I did not seek therapy. I just handled it until I convinced myself that I wasn’t. When I became of dating age, that was confirmed. I was very interested in boys and they were very interested in me.

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We started having sex a couple of months after he was married. The guilt was horrible, but yet I couldn't stop. I created a dummy Facebook account and tried to tell his wife, but he somehow managed to explain it away. We stopped for a little while but eventually started up again.Fast-forward a few months, I ended up transferring to his theater and found out that he had been cheating on me with her for a few weeks. Pretty much everyone knew about it, including that they would have sex in the parking lot while he was waiting for me to get off work.

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hi, firstly thank you so much for this article. i have been diagnosed with OCD and i also believe i have GAD, as whenever i read a newspaper or someone tells me something bad that has happened to them, i start worrying that it has happened/will happen to me. I had a thought that I didn’t want to leave fibromyalgia in the search box of my phone, lest I get it. This article is so so helpful! I’ve always had some sort of obsessive thoughts. When I was younger, I was convinced that every stomach ache was a case of appendicitis, so I would go to the doctor constantly to make sure it wasn’t it. Then when I got older, the fears changed to something more severe.. cancer of some sort for example. I would have such vivid real fears about it that I would almost convince myself that this is it. When most people would come down with a cold and just take it as is, for me it was “what if it is something more severe and I will not get better” etc. I have 3 small children now and I do NOT want them to inherit my issues. What made matters worse is that I lost my Dad to Brain cancer 5 years ago and then lost my sister to Ovarian Cancer less than a year ago… I think grief made matters much worse. I have fooled my female coworkers so many times and have got them to send pictures of their feet. There is skinny Indian girl in my office who leaves her footwear under her desk daily. I cum on her shoes every day after the office hours.I had a conversation with my girlfriend about it, and asked her how she felt about mutual flirtation. She asked me to not do anything 'cheaty.' When I asked her what that meant to her, she did not elaborate. He was considerably older than I was, but I didn’t care at all. He treated me with such care and respect and love. I was a shadow of the women I once was after more than a decade of family violence in my marriage. I had lost all of my confidence, and he began to build it up by being patient and kind. After a few of these meetups, we extended it to overnight and had mind-blowing sex. All the while, we pretended nothing was going on while we were at work. I brought up harm OCD to my current therapist and she brushed it off saying that she doesn’t like labeling, and that it’s more important to figure out what’s triggering these thoughts. But now, I’m thinking what made it worse is this whole figuring things out. Help! Please tell me I am “normal” and that I am not acting on my impulses. I feel like I am torturing myself. Sorry this is so long and thank you so much for reading this!