I have this scene in my head that goes something like this:
Mom: “Good night, my lovely son”
30 minutes later
Mom quietly enters my room
Pets me on my head for a good few seconds
Suddenly pulls out a knife and stabs me
I struggle to say with my last breath: “Mooommmm… why? 🥺”
Does anyone else have a brain that just think weird shit like this?
This is a pretty common for people with OCD. She wasn’t obsessed with wanting to use knives on people. She had an irrational fear that she somehow would use it on someone. The treatment in this kind of situation is exposure therapy. Basically your therapist gives you a knife and makes you spend an hour holding it.