Dear KC/ KayCee:

A summary of what you shared in this thread and recently in your posts in my thread: you are 24 (or 25 by now), he is a year younger than you, “like a brother to” you, friends for a long time. He’s been very depressed during the lockdown, May this year, got drunk and passed out in his bathtub. You happened to check on him, having a key to his apartment, and found him in the tub. You woke him up and he got angry at you, accusing you “of violating his privacy because he was naked”. He “said some real crude hurtful things.. his words were hurtful and I’m still upset by what he said to me… I won’t use his words because they were crude and disrespectful”, you wrote in May, and you didn’t share what those words were, except that “he made reference to how he keeps himself (his hair ‘there’).. how he chooses to shave that area.. it was what he said to me about how he keeps his hair not the fact that he chooses to shave some.. not all .. of his hair there”.

You shared that you suffer from OCD, so I can see how what he told you stuck to your brain and circulated in your brain, that’s the nature of OCD, I know because I suffered decades of it. Sexual things, naked bodies, “down there” makes people curious, kind of wanting to know.. what’s down there and not wanting to  know at the same time. This is why many, many people who suffer from OCD focus on sexual topics.

In your recent posts, almost 3 months later, he got a case of poison ivy and he undressed for the purpose of you putting ointment on his back, shoulders, and back of  legs, and you got to see.. again his “down there”, still awkward, but you are relieved that he no longer felt uncomfortable and angry with you for seeing him naked.

Your posts this morning bring to my mind my own feelings about details of what  I believe should be private and not public: how people’s bodies down there look like, how they groom those parts.. I really don’t want to know. It makes me uncomfortable to be shown or told.

I am wondering, if you want to share, what did you or do you  otherwise obsess about, what is the nature of your OCD, and when did it start?

(I think that mine started in my first decade of life and my first obsession was, I think, was the thought, and fear involved, that my mother will die, and that I will somehow be responsible for that).

anita