- Date posted
- 2y
This shit is annoying lmao
I am so tired. I feel incapable of relaxing and just filled with anger and disgust over how powerful my OCD feels. I feel like a victim and that makes me even more angry because I don’t want to feel that way. My pride and ego are popping. Ocd runs in my family. My mom and sister and I struggle in different ways with it. My mom had an eating disorder as a young person and is better but now it mostly manifests in her needing order and perfection in the house and mentally in some cases. My sisters ocd was mostly about contamination and fear of the unknown. Hers was really bad, one time I witnessed her peeing herself in the name of needing to do a compulsion. CBT helped her a lot. I say all of this to say that my OCD has always felt less explicit and thus gaslit within myself. It first started when I was a tween, I would check if the door was locked several times before feeling satisfied, I had to wear the same pair of pajamas every night, I would journal the same sentences nightly about what I was grateful for, had to do a series of facial expressions in the mirror before taking a shower and my room was always pristinely organized. My main fears were about safety and throwing up. They then became more abstract as I got older; I developed self harm OCD and sexual orientation OCD. Then I developed existential ocd. I would say I mostly have pure O now. So much so that I obsess over if I even have ocd! What that even means. I definitely have relationship ocd as well. I can obsess over people so quickly and it makes me feel crazy. I know they aren’t thinking about me as much and as in depth as I’m thinking about them and that makes me feel pathetic. My ocd gets in the way of me being present with people because I’m mentally preoccupied or compulsively confessing. I hate to think that I use people to feel better. Ok I could keep going but this feels like a good start. I guess I’m here because I really just don’t want to waste any more of my life this way