- Date posted
- 2y ago
OCD and Shame
It’s been a while since I have been on this platform. In August, 2022, I said goodbye to my OCD therapist. Excerpt from my OCD diary: Aug, 2022 I just said goodbye to my therapist. She texted me this morning “are you running late?” The second time in a row I had forgotten about my therapy session. Maybe the third time? All after I had knocked them down from an hour to thirty minutes. I simply had nothing to talk about. I consider my OCD in remission (something my therapist helped me to understand- as an obsessive compulsive mindset doesn’t necessarily go away, your response to the specific obsessions can). Full days go by that I do not think about my obsessions. When they rise, I continue to engage with my fearful thoughts by confronting them. I wanted to post again because I read an interesting excerpt on shame- which we know flourishes in an OCD mindset. “First, I know my physical symptoms of shame— the dry mouth, time slowing down, tunnel vision, hot face, racing heart. I know that playing the painful slow-motion reel over and over in my head is a warning sign.” (Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection) If that does not describe an OCD rumination storm I don’t know what does. And what is the fix? “Shame hates it when we reach out and tell our story. It hates having words wrapped around it-it can’t survive being shared. Shame loves secrecy”. (Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection) This resonated with the way I felt when I learned about OCD. When I found out what OCD was I could pull apart the shame I had been feeling and label it. I could define the experiences I was having. Rumination. Obsession. Compulsions. Anxiety. Pure-O. Groinal Response. There was power in exposing the shame I had; I now knew why I was having the obsessions, why I was doing the compulsions, and why I still felt like shit. Then without knowing Brené Brown’s strategy for tackling shame. I reached out. I found a confidant; my mother. I found a therapist. I found this community. I found other communities. I found a different therapist. I found books. I shared my story. I shared my shame. Not broadly from the rooftops. But to people I knew could understand, support, and encourage. I found peace through sharing my shame with you. Seven months ago I considered myself over OCD. It still comes up but it doesn’t rage. All this to say. Thank you for listening to me talk about my shame. The courage, compassion, and connection through this platform saved my life. Additionally, as a sufferer of OCD you are in the right place. Sharing shame on this platform is a step in the right direction; a step towards recovery. Finally, you know your shame. So grapple, tug, drag, grind, force your shame into the light. Tell other people about it. Not only does it starve your shame; it helps others to know they are not alone. It tells others to share their shame—kill it, don’t feed it. Thank you.