This may be a little disturbing, so just be aware of that before you continue reading. In the past, when I didn't know better, I let intrusive thoughts and obsessional tendencies really ruin my life. ( if you aren't aware what intrusive thoughts are - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intrusive_thoughts ). I let extremely intense stress, panic attacks, and intrusive thoughts wear me down and convince me of things about myself that were not true. I disturbed a lot of people in my family with my concerns about these thoughts, and I felt very scared myself. I thought I was going insane and that I was a terrible person (which is a common thought of people with this level of anxiety/ disturbing intrusive thoughts). I thought I was a murderer and a psychopath (maybe I was insane and blocked out the memory of killing someone...maybe I was incapable of empathy). I thought I was a rapist and a pedophile. Nothing's wrong with it, but I had intrusive thoughts of "maybe I'm a gay", "what if my family finds out that I'm gay" (homosexual ocd) that even though I've never been attracted to a man in my life and since grade school had my eyes on the girls, really were both convincing and upsetting thoughts (there are people in my family who are very homophobic, so that really stressed me out). I had a nervous breakdown. I was so broken down from feeling like a horrible person and guilt for things I've never even done! I couldn't separate these thoughts from who I was anymore, from how I really felt or what I really did. I spoke aloud about what was going on in my head (awful things). When I was in the hospital (terribly traumatic experience in itself...some people shouldn't work in mental health) I confessed to a crime that I didn't commit. My family was completely shocked, and so was I. The staff at the psych hospital obviously knew the condition I was in and knew the things I said were not true because they let me go after evaluating me. When I recovered, when asked if what I confessed was true by my family, I told the truth. No, it was not true. Everyone's believed me and moved on, Still, there's one person who always looks at me like I'm a malicious weirdo, with suspicion and obvious dislike. They believe I'm a bad person or that some of the things I said have truth to them - they don't. I feel terrible whenever I'm around this person. I still can't believe I said what I did. I'm really embarrassed about it all. It all just came out of my mouth in a moment of of confusion, vulnerability, unbearable stress and delusion. It WASN'T TRUE. I know it's not true. I know the kind of person I am. Still, I'm reminded every time I see this person of my past and what I said. It's such a strange thing that happened, I don't know what I'd ever say to try to clear things up with this person. His dislike of me anytime he's around me since the incident is palpable, and he keeps up this passive-aggressive mood around me (if you don't like me, stop going out of your way to talk to me! Stop barely hiding your hate behind pleasantries. Leave me alone. I'm not bothering you. I didn't do anything to anybody. I don't want to be around you. You can quit the homophobia, too. You're not bashing me, you just look like an asshole!). Subtle and passive aggressive attacks about me or my character or just the comments he makes around me. He never comes out and says anything, so it's hard to even have a real discussion or rebut what he's saying. I just thought I'd get that out there. It's a really frustrating, strange, and awkward situation. Any advice or comments are appreciated. Thanks.