- Date posted
- 1y ago
Breathe, breathe...
-TMI warning, but I have to get this out of my head- When will these shenanigans end? My cortisol is generally through the roof first thing when I wake up. I get a racing heart and high anxiety symptoms and my thoughts race like horses. This is not ideal for a person whose digestive system is regular when they wake up and has issues with bathroom contamination stuff, lately with solid waste. Every morning there seems to be an "issue". Today it has to do with a crumbly, loose bit of 'stuff' on the toilet paper near the end of wiping, after a couple clean passes. It happens. A 'normal' person might think, "ok, that's fine, it's gone off you and disposed of." I am positive I kept wiping after that to ensure cleanliness--otherwise I never would have stood and left--but of course brain is now doubting. When I stood to pull up my undies, of course brain goes, 'what if something else crumbly fell out/off of you and is now in your pj pants?'. Something like that has NEVER happened to me, that I can remember. I washed my hands and then shook them out in the tub. Some dark lint and maybe fuzz fell off--not the colour of my current 'stuff', so get out of here, doubt--I pulled up and went back to bed. Of course, brain goes, 'what if it didn't come off when you shook them out/was inside the pantleg and there's feces in your bed now? On your body pillow? Your shirt? Your plushie? You'll contaminate yourself again and again. You'll spread it through the house and make someone sick.' It's also saying, 'what if it's still in there and on your legs? You should shower. If you don't you're just making excuses by blaming your brain and being irresponsible.' I am so anxious I feel nauseous. I am resisting checking. I am not going to shower. I am not changing my bedding. I am not telling my mother to inform her what I am choosing to do--that's like confessing and a tactic to reduce anxiety I unfortunately give into often. It's fine, there's nothing to tell. (Besides, she has become quite annoyed with me doing so...) I have given into thoughts like this before and spiralled with showering, changing clothes and towels, etc, then when it was all over and I calmed down I could see how unnecessary all those "precautions" were. I refuse to do these things because of some inane doubt, because of what if questions. I was confident I was fine when I left the washroom. Brain pulls this with me so often and so far nothing has happened each time. (No, I don't think this is the exception!) This kind of thing makes me dread getting up in the morning. I think I made a mistake by shaking out my pants in the bathtub. That's basically checking. Wish me luck, folks...