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- 2y ago
In my case, my OCD started after a pretty heavy year and a trauma, so my closest friends and family all witnessed (virtually, since I was abroad) the symptoms and they know everything. When my symptoms were really heavy, I had to tell people beforehand, upon meeting them, because it was impossible to hide, so I only hung out with people who I thought would be able to deal with it. For the most part, it actually worked out pretty well, except for a couple of people. And that did not feel nice, two had started playing with my triggers. Now that I'm in a better place, I try to filter myself and be very selective about it, or I reveal just what I feel confortable revealing. I did it in 3 steps for a friend, for instance, because of how vulnerable it made me feel and I didn't want them to be shocked or feel they had to change their behavior around me. In my work area, it's impossible to share this information, and that s why I had to take a break until I manage my symptoms better. In summary, after all this oversharing haha, I would say it really depends on who the person is, how intense/noticeable the symptoms are, and it's okay to compartimentalize, tell close friends, but maybe not your judgemental family member who doesn't"believe in mental health". Sometimes I feel that a stranger is receptive, so I can share it really quickly. For the workplace, I think it depends on how the team is, but unless necessary, I would try to share it only with people who you feel would get it and not treat you any differently, not because of stigma or shame, but because some people need to be educated and it could be exhausting to have to deal with it at work. Again, depends on how the atmosphere is.
That said... I have often made the mistake of telling people and then that's all they think of me is "oh she has ocd" I really hate it. I say only tell people you trust.
Ya, don’t tell anyone. They won’t understand.
i was just wondering this too!
i only share it with those really close to me and my manager
im so worried to go back to work bc i feel like im gonna accidentally tell my clients something about my ocd and they’re gonna call the cops or something ☹️
I think making ocd a big part of your identity could be a mistake. I have read that one barrier to overcoming mental illness is internalizing it as am identity because then if you could "cure" it you risk a major identity change (something people resist) and zo people who accept mental illness as an identity sometimes resist qctual recovery.
Only 3 people know all my OCD themes. Everyone else? Not their business.
“Omg I’m a perfectionist too”
“I’m so ocd, clean up”
i tell EVERYONE that i interact with on a regular basis. my partner, my close coworkers, my friends, my boss. i used to not tell anyone, and i felt isolated and afraid of being called out and called crazy. my boyfriends left me, my friends got frustrated, etc. now i just announce it anytime im having an "issue," and instead of feeling humiliated, though most people can't _understand_, they accept it if im doing weird shit. in my experience, its been so much easier to divorce myself from the ocd when i make it clear to myself and others that a behavior isnt something i WANT to be doing. of course, your milrage may vary
Hello new friends! My name is Graham and I just got diagnosed with OCD in December. I’m 21 years old and a music student at a prestigious conservatory in New York City. This is my OCD story. I have had OCD like symptoms since a very young age, for example, at age 3 I thought I would die if I left the house without a bottle of water, and refused to do so for almost 7 years, and I had countless sensory issues with food and clothing. However, around age 12, the thoughts began to become increasingly horrible. Violent intrusive images, urges to yell obscenities at people, overall intense fear of hurting other people emotionally or physically occupied my brain for hours a day. Additionally, I began to have intense contamination fears - obsessive hand washing, (although not nearly as bad as many people’s) having to carry hand sanitizer everywhere I went, and even worse, as I began to grow body hair, that was as “unclean” as it could get to me. I *had* to rid my body of it. These thoughts then began to plague my performances as well - I would obsessively worry about a certain thing, and it would ruin the whole experience for me, no matter how well I pulled through. As I also was trying to come to terms with my sexuality, (I’m gay) my brain produced tons of sexual intrusive images of both men and women, leaving me lost and confused as to what I actually was. I did not dare search what my thoughts meant. I thought for sure doing so would lead me to be put on a FBI watch list, inform me I was clinically insane, or something along those lines. One day in late October, I was on my commute home from school. This commute is an hour each way on crowded public transportation - between contamination and harm OCD, you can imagine how this experience goes for me every day. For 30 minutes, my brain thought of everything horrible I could do to the person next to me. Strangle them, stab them, rape them, call them racial slurs, rip their hair out. It was so overwhelming that by the time they walked off the train I thought I was going to faint from the panic I felt. I decided enough was enough and googled what I was feeling, which lead me to discover this subset of pure O OCD, which I knew nothing about. A friend of mine was diagnosed when we were 15, and I assumed it just meant obsessive without compulsive, and didn’t look into it whatsoever. I began to see a counselor at my school, and he sent me to the psychiatrist through the school who diagnosed me with OCD. Almost immediately after my diagnosis, my grandfather fell ill. I couldn’t bear to tell my parents while we were dealing with that. He ended up passing away a little less than a month later. This has been so beyond hard on my entire family. It’s been a little over a month now, and as more things have gone wrong for my mom - her company being hacked, getting in a car wreck (she’s totally fine other than whiplash) - I haven’t been able to bring myself to discuss with them. I feel as though I will be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. But I know I need to tell them. Hopefully it will happen as soon as possible...but it’s plaguing my mind a lot. If anyone can offer words of advice on what to do, I would appreciate it greatly. Thanks for reading. That’s my story. I hope to meet more wonderful humans who understand what I go through - have a wonderful day all! :)
I have only recently come to terms with OCD and decided to do something about it. I have found that I no longer have any desire to be around anyone who isn’t part of the OCD community. I don’t want to talk to anyone else. I want only to be around people I can share things with and not face judgment or the “Oh my god, that’s insane” response I know I will get from anyone on the outside. I don’t know if this is just a normal part of early recovery but I really feel like disappearing from the rest of the world and only engaging with this new community I have become part of (albeit against more than 30 years of resistance). Has anyone who is farther along in recovery experiences this and come out of it? Is anyone else also in the early stages and feeling this way? I can’t decide whether or not it’s healthy but I can’t help but think I shouldn’t be isolating from friends and family to spend all of my waking hours focused on this. Maybe it’s just part of the agreement we have with OCD that anything new becomes an obsession… Anyway, I just wanted to share and see if anyone else has experienced this.
Today I met a good friend. I woke up with compulsive thoughts (suicidal, and I am NOT suicidal, so it's completely horrible; it takes over in every thought I am trying to think about my tasks- I am deeply sad and disturb about it, but ok- so used to it, so extremely used to it)- it's been happening every day for three decades as I at the same time been running a " normal life" so my friends find me entertaining, interesting, and they are all full of confidence in my plans, they take my sanity for granted - as I have trained myself to do- but after my cresendo in 2022 and finally breakdown January 2023 I been quite open about the diagnose I got from my doctor-I have OCD. Today I said honestly that my compulsive thoughts are more active again, and my friend, which I love and think she is wonderful- and then she suggest if I maybe have ADHD- and I answer that no, I have OCD, I have the correct diagnosis, and I an not doubting this. One of the good things in my life is that I am 100 prosent sure I have the right diagnosis- but- how to tell the truth?? My compulsions are internal ,and today I am struggling in every shift of the day, getting dresses triggers my compulsions, going to swim triggers, even if exercise helps after some minutes I have some good minutes in the water, then coming back home, starting to work on my projects that I am doing alone as I work alone, then getting dressed to meet my friend- all actions, getting dressed, getting a taxi,waiting at the restaurant, thinking about my future plans, every single thought triggers the compulsions ad if they where an Ecco, and then she arrives and I am enjoying it, but simultaneously my compulsions are Constantly in the background and they continue after we say goodbye. I go from the restaurant to my yoga studio- it's a 15 minute walk- each step I take comes with the suicidal thought: go shoot yourself, go hang yourself- arriving at the yoga- and it's so intense that I must stay flat on the floor the entire class and try to calm down my mind as I am feeling more and more afraid I will never get well, my life is over, it's getting worse and I am convinced my friend thinks I am making up my OCD. Now I came home and my significant other which I still hide 90 prosent from ask what's wrong and I start to cry, I can not tell, I feel certain he will think I am so nuts that it's not possible to live with me and as I write this I know how far fetched I am, and the fact that I write this and post it is my best moment today- because I am determined after I got my diagnosis: I want ro be completely OPEN- I refuse to drown in my shame and worry, I understand I can't help this, and I will do whatever it takes to become better abs better and rise awareness so it's possible for me to maintain my friendships, my relationship, my life. Thank you all for reading and sorry for my misspelling- I am just so greatful I came back to this app, to have somewhere to put this terrible life experiences is crucial now. Don't give up my friends with OCD! Keep going , we are getting there!
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