Hi everyone. I hope I'm not gate crashing, I find even the social dos and don'ts of web forums as impossible to navigate as everything else and I have a habit of barging only to realise I am talking in the midst of awful tumbleweed silences.
Does anyone else struggle with intrusive obsessions? Just that really. I have developed an infatuation with a person. Normally I am driven towards safe, inanimate things like jets and ships, or historical periods and places so this is very alien to me. My brain trying to convince me that this fictional man is the be all and end all, that I love him to death but I'm too fat/ugly/weird to even breathe the same air as him.
I hate it. I really hate it. It is causing trouble at home, its making me feel worthless and depressed, exhausted. Rationally I don't even LIKE him very much and my long suffering DH has suggested that maybe its not the man, but the face I am more obsessed with, as I like aeroplanes in particular for their aesthetic make up not their performance capabilities.
I've tried creative writing to sort of 'flush' him out of my system but now I have writers block and I feel hopeless. I have had some talking therapy but I was too embarrassed (didn't make a good connection with the psychologist) and omitted the details and focused on something else instead. I am desperate for my old 'before I met him' life to return, to be happy doing all the things I used to, like filling scrapbooks with military stats and maps instead of mooning over a man from a frankly quite crap if I'm honest tv show. The feelings are even beginning to almost erode my affection for my DH to the point where I resent him for not being more like someone else and I am completely aware that everything I am thinking and doing is wrong.
I was only diagnosed with ASD last year at the age of 33 and it just seems to have highlighted the issue as invasive and made it all the more shameful. I am a sensible person, admittedly naïve and I hate myself for this. How do you stop the obsessions? My lovely DH suggested he could burn all the pictures I have collected (not in a horrible way, just as a kind of catharsis pyre) but that induced a screaming meltdown as I feel panicked if someone touches them or the manuscripts I have written, bereft at the thought of losing them.
Sorry if this turned into a self absorbed rant. Do delete me if I am annoying but I felt better getting that out as I don't have anyone left to talk to.