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Just starting out recovering
I was told it would be helpful to join a group, and I've seen so much about NOCD so why not a good place to start. It seems a bit cathartic to me to get it all typed out like this so I'm sorry if it's a lot. I was formally diagnosed when I was 31 (I'm 34 now) but I've had OCD since I was a kid. It wasn't until this past flare up (more on that later) that I started to think about it and realized how long my OCD both went unnoticed and that things I was doing was actually considered OCD. I'll spare specifics so I don't trigger anyone, but it started with compulsive hand washing. Then a few years later, every time I said a swear word or something negative about someone I would mentally apologize to God, as if I were saying a Hail Mary or something (which is ironic because I was not raised Catholic) As I got older, It wasn't a noticeable change but it progressively got worse. I would intentionally watch/not watch certain things on TV before school because I thought it would have an impact on my school day (Spoiler alert: It didn't.) Once I graduated and was out in the 'real world,' It seemed to quiet down a bit in terms of rituals and obsessions but I would ruminate a lot. Then, when I was 23, I had my first major spike. Again, sparing details but needless to say I now know it was my first intrusive thought. It literally blew my whole world apart: Working felt hard, I barely ate, I was sleeping too much, and there was only one specific thing that would bring me comfort (watching 2 Broke Girls.) I went to my GP and was put on my first SSRI (Zoloft.) It was okay for a while. The Zoloft was Zoloft-ing, my anxiety was calm and I didn't really notice OCD traits. Then my now-husband and I bought our first house and everything went into overdrive. Up until this point it was mostly mental checking (other than the handwashing in the beginning,) but the rituals started to get crazy now I think of it. I was constantly checking switches, locks and the stove (damn you, stove) before I left and I would constantly check the security cameras when we were away. That brings us to the second, third and fourth spikes between 2020-2025. Mostly related to current events of the time and they weren't as debilitating but they were there. The anxiety that followed was cranked up to 1000, and it was just an all-around bad time. That's when I started seeking treatment for anxiety again and met my Psychologist. During intake, I was diagnosed with GAD and OCD and was switched to Prozac as an SSRI. It seemed to work for me. The physical checking OCD symptoms slowly went away. That is until last week, where I had the most debilitating flare. Sparing details, it started due to an intrusive thought and mental images that were very distressing (and frequent.) It literally knocked me on my butt. It was nearly impossible for me to leave the house at all. I either worked (not very well) from home or I would call out. Watching one thing on the TV was the only thing to get me to stay calm. I was considering going to the hospital because I thought this wasn't normal. It started to question both the relationship with my husband and my sanity. It wasn't until I started realizing it was OCD more that I started to get better because I started learning how to manage it. I'm not at 100% by any means, While overall I'm able to function more or less normally because logically-speaking I know I'm okay, I do have moments here and there and I do my best to work through them as best I can. I'm talking to my doctor later today on managing my SSRI, I'm working on ERP with my new therapist (week 2,) and I have the Choiceful app to help me if things get really heavy for me (it's AI-run, but strangely enough it helped me understand without spiraling or Googling.) I haven't had a bad anxiety attack (where I felt frozen and felt like I was running on autopilot) in about a week which I call a win. Well, anyways, that's my story. I don't see this as a setback at all personally, but an opportunity to possibly manage the next spike better, knowing what I know now.