When was the first time you realized you may have OCD? Or what was that “final straw” that pushed you to get help?

@catlady Thanks so much! I'm doing much better now. Getting a diagnosis and treatment literally saved me life. But thank you very much for offering. Hmu if you ever need to vent.

Arve Solve I am the same as you. 5 years and finally getting my head round it. Good post. I think life experience does help but it's a hammer blow all the same ?

When I got a sexually intrusive thought that ruined me and ending up researching to find that I may have OCD

I remember seeing a news clip about a really horrible criminal and my brain getting stuck on the idea that I could turn out like that. I’d had minor stuff before but that was the first time something really stuck. I think I was around 10-11

When I couldn’t sleep or eat or do anything without having some type of OCD thought. When I legit thought killing myself was a viable option is when I got help.

I’ve always had some form of ocd but it was when my body couldn’t take it anymore to the point I was constantly fainting and realizing it’s not something physical but mental

When I was like 2 days in a nightmare. I went to a carnaval and that day I made easely 19 compulsions. I said "This is not normal" Searched and searched and I found OCD. It was a release but it came back obviously

Suicide attempt ?

@airtight Do you want to talk?

When I couldn’t do anything without being affected by an obsession and/or compulsion. I tried to stop them by doing as little as possible so I didn’t have triggers, and distracted myself when I did. But then even that didn’t work and I began having suicidal thoughts. And that’s when I finally went to get help.

@airtight Thank you! Glad you’re okay.

I also have Tourette Syndrome and OCD is a common Comorbidity to it. When I was being evaluated for TS I mentioned I tap to get rid of the ‘bad luck’ when I do something wrong and I avoid certain numbers, colors etc because they are ‘bad’. At the time I also felt a strong need to straighten the magazines and Kleenex boxes in the waiting rooms of my doctors offices. I believed that if I didn’t do it the doctor would say something horrible like I had cancer or something. So, that’s how I was diagnosed.

My siblings used to tease me for all of my repetitive behavior and I knew my older cousin had it and recognized it via his behaviors.