- Date posted
- 33w
What do I even do now?
I’m completely lost, absolutely lost. Here’s a little context though: Christmas was yesterday and we had my cousin’s (very young) kids over who were very little, but very sweet. They were also hyper, but always listened to what they were told so they were in no means bad kids. Which is why I feel so conflicted. I live at home still and have dozens of plushies in my room. The ‘non-contaminated’ ones sit on my bed and the others stay on the ground in a pit. I haven’t actually touched my bed in months because that’s my prime concern when it comes to my contamination OCD. I constantly want to keep it clean and exactly the way everything is (position of plushies, certain blankets, pillows, no bedspread). However, when the kids came over my mom asked if I would like to show the little ones my room. I honestly said yes and thought it would be a good idea, but it just never occurred to me that they might touch my bed. The first time I only brought one of the kids up and they were fine, just played with one of the floor plushies, but at the end of night my sister and I took two of the kids up and they started to lean over my bed. I was feeling a little uneasy, but I kept my discomfort in for them because I knew they wouldn’t understand. Then they hit the nail in the coffin by actually going on it, jumping around, throwing the clean plushies off and on, and basically creating havoc. I genuinely wanted to break down, but I kept it in because they were just having fun and I didn’t tell them not to, so I froze up. By this time my sister also left me as well, so I just watched until eventually they had to go. Now here comes the part where I just don’t know what to even do: It’s obvious that my compulsions are ridiculous, and it’s obvious that I just need to get over it. Yet, the fact I’ve spent so long avoiding my bed for the perfect moment where school wouldn’t contaminate it and I could be perfectly clean just for it to all be contaminated anyway… it honestly destroys me. My friend came up and saw me in mild distress over my room, but I told him “as long as I don’t even look at it I’ll be okay”. I actually don’t want to acknowledge what happened to it, it just breaks me. Right now I’m just stuck in this limbo of wanting to clean everything, resisting the urge, but breaking down whenever I think about it. I need help desperately, and I don’t have an appointment with my therapist until next week. I just want to take this loss and give in since the damage done and resisting the urge to scream at a bunch of kids was enough. My mom thinks I should be at least a little proud that I didn’t tell them to get off or try to protect my bed, but I just don’t know. The urge to restore it is too strong and I wasn’t nearly ready enough with dealing with compulsions to handle this. What do I do?? Anyways, thank you for listening to this rant. Happy holidays!