- Date posted
- Yesterday
I also want to talk about something that is really difficult for me: what it is actually like living with Surveillance OCD and cyberphobia. I’m not sharing this because I want pity or because I want people to feel sorry for me. I’m sharing it because sometimes I feel incredibly lonely living with this, and I don't always know how to explain it to people who haven't experienced it. For me, OCD can take something completely ordinary, like a phone, an app, an accessory, clothing, or something in my surroundings, and turn it into a source of fear. My brain can start asking questions about whether I’m being watched, monitored, recorded, tracked, or somehow observed through something that normally wouldn't make me think twice. Cyberphobia can make this even harder because technology is such a huge part of everyday life. Phones, social media, websites, cameras, microphones, accounts, notifications, permissions, and even small changes on an app can become things my OCD wants me to analyze. And the hardest part isn't always the thought itself. It's what comes afterward. The checking. The researching. The analyzing. The replaying things in my head. The need to be completely certain. The feeling that I need to investigate one more possibility before I can relax. Sometimes I know logically that I'm caught in an OCD cycle, but knowing that doesn't automatically make the fear disappear. It can also become incredibly isolating. When your brain is constantly telling you that ordinary things aren't safe, it can make you want to withdraw from situations that other people don't even think twice about. And when you're already lonely and don't have many people around you, those thoughts can feel even louder. There have been times when I've felt like nobody would understand what I'm experiencing because surveillance-related OCD isn't something I hear people talk about very often. But I'm learning that I don't have to solve every uncertainty my OCD gives me. I'm learning to live my life while uncertainty is still there instead of waiting until my brain gives me permission to feel completely safe. I'm still struggling. I'm still learning. And I'm definitely not “cured.” But I'm trying to keep living anyway. I’m sharing this because maybe someone else has been feeling just as isolated by their OCD and has never seen anyone put this experience into words. I don't need pity. I just don't want to feel so alone in it anymore.