- User type
- OCD Conqueror
- Date posted
- 2y
Don’t know where else to talk about this
So I’ve never been officially diagnosed with OCD, one of the main reasons I’m here is because the closest available appointment date to speak with a psychiatrist about my mental health is August first. Over 80 days from when I made the appointment. So basically, in my desperation for some relief and community while I wait I decided to download NOCD. I first noticed weird little quirks when I was in middle school, like I noticed I felt “off” or “wrong” when I turned to my left instead of my right. Like if I had to walk in a certain direction I would have to turn around clockwise to the direction I wanted to be walking, if that makes sense. Turning to my left made me have to turn back the other way, almost “unwind” myself. That was a small thing that sort of came and went as a young person and I still have crop up to this day. I also started struggling with violent, horrific intrusive thoughts about hurting people I loved or just images of gory scenes involving my loved ones. I was also afraid I would destroy items that meant a lot to me or other people, hurt people, kill people, lose control. I also began having thoughts that my whole family would die in a car accident/some sort of horrific event and in order to “stop” them from happening I would have to say this very specific prayer in my head. This started when I was in middle school I think and persisted in different ways until like 2018. Around 2017-2018 I would get really bad intrusive thoughts when I hadn’t heard from a friend in a while and would think they needed help or might be in some horrible situation and I would text and call until they answered while on the verge of a panic attack, unable to shake the idea that something bad was happening to them. Any logical thought of “they’re probably just busy, they might be at work/asleep” was overshadowed loudly by the horrible thoughts. There was one particular friend of mine who it would usually happen with. I knew that she wasn’t hanging out in the safest of places and often would get drunk at bars/random people’s houses and that made my anxiety far worse. When she wouldn’t answer her phone my brain would tell me she was in a car wreck, she or her friend had driven drunk and crashed. Or she was taken advantage of by someone and was drugged and being assaulted. It honestly got really bad and out of control. When she would eventually get back to me I was simultaneously relieved that my anxious thoughts were wrong and extremely concerned and embarrassed knowing that I had made a complete fool out of myself by letting my anxiety win and control me. In 2018 I had this really intense religious/existential anxiety that I couldn’t shake. The thought of there being nothing after death gave me anxiety, as though I would actually be experiencing that nothingness consciously, despite how illogical that is. But also the thought of God being real and vengeful gave me terrible anxiety. What if God was real? What if I was doing something wrong and God hated me? What if I was going to go to hell and be burned for all of eternity? What if the Christians who preach that sort of God were right? I couldn’t escape this thought, and I would do a similar prayer ritual occasionally to attempt to appease this hypothetical vengeful God in my head. I was raised in a conservative church and I am a queer person, so it’s not super strange to me that this particular obsession would crop up the way it has. The religious and existential stuff came and went in waves from about 2018 to 2022. In 2022 It came back in a really intense way and morphed into something else. Eventually I couldn’t shake the thought that somehow my family was plotting something against me, and having that thought was absolutely terrifying. I literally felt like I was going crazy or experiencing psychosis or something. Having that thought, and the fear that I was having a thought like that at all gave me the worst panic attack of my life. I went to my mom and dad and told them what I was thinking and that I was really scared and they tried to console me and I told them that I think I should go to the hospital. They took me to the ER and the doctors basically told me I had just had a panic attack and that I should probably go on some sort of medication to manage my anxiety. That leads me to now. My main anxiety is now I’m terrified of becoming schizophrenic, experiencing psychosis because of my intrusive thoughts that my life is some kind of Truman show nightmare. I sometimes have trouble trusting my own memories, trusting my own thoughts and feelings and I’m always wary about having another panic attack. I feel like I’m constantly waiting for something horrible to happen or for me to fully lose touch with reality. I know that my anxiety is not the truth, and that anything I think up is not automatically true just because it’s a thought I’m having, but things are so bad recently. Side note, I also like “adjust” silverware and stuff whenever I have to get a fork or spoon from the drawer, and if I don’t pick it up the “right” easy I have put it back and pick it up again, or sometimes the silverware I pick up doesn’t feel like the “right” one and I’ll have to pick another one. I also have a recent one (past few months) where I can’t have my whole body in a room when I shut the light off. I have to have my body beyond the threshold, reach into the room behind me with just my arm and shut the light off. It’s exhausting. Sorry for this very very long history of my personal mental health lol. It’s just that I feel like lining out how far back I can trace my issues to helps me realize exactly how long I’ve been struggling and ignoring this. A lot of these things I have never told anyone before. I wish mental health services were more readily available and weren’t so stigmatized. I probably would have spoken up a lot sooner and been able to start working on things before they got this bad.