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I'm scared of going outside, too. I gave myself homework to go and take a walk every day. My grandparents always insisted on me not talking about my mental health (Ocd and depressive episodes) but I just recently started to question them making decisions over my head. Fuck that. A lot of people that I don't know very well but still trust them, know about my disorders. I think it's key to not talk about it as if it's something you need to be ashamed of. If you do that, people might really continue to think that it's shameful. But it's not. Even mentally healthy people have their traumata whether they realise that or not. So if you decide to be more open about yourself, give a fuck about yourself and don't give a fuck about their opinion about your mental health, in case it would only consist of destructive criticism and prejudice.
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I'm not sure if you're asking shirekat or me. My obsession when I go for a walk is, that I might release my thoughts into my surroundings and become vulnerable to people who could read them. My compulsion to this was to control the ground whether I could see thoughts that I might have dropped. It shares similarities to symptoms that occur with psychosis but it is part of my Ocd. I talked about it with my psychiatrist and he explained that this is a fairly rare symptom but it exists.
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People will judge you know matter what. I think as long as your happy who cares
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Unfortunately, I'm not happy. I panic outside but I'm unhappy inside. I miss seeing people. ?
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Can you do it gradually? Face your fears
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I was starting to but my safe person just recently gave up on me. I feel like I'm back at square one.
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What happens when you try to go outside? What makes you panic
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Therapist, meds and goals, even if baby steps,to habituated to the anxiety of getting out.
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Habituate
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- 24w
Idk if im the only one but I've literally just been holed up in my bedroom for the past 3 months and have barely gone out especially in the last 2. I'm too scared to leave and interact with people normally because I feel like a criminal and like someone who doesn't deserve to be around others. But in the same breath, I'm starting to hate my bedroom. It just feels like all my negative emotions are being bottled up and stored in here. I keep telling myself I should go out and take a walk and maybe it will feel better to just be out in the fresh air. But also don't want to because I'm quite lethargic on top of not eating that much either. Just feeling... stuck.
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Yesterday I had a panic attack from OCD fears. I live alone, so in my panic I called my mum just to get some emotional support. It did not go well. I was asking for reassurnce to much and basically she got annoyed with me and started to chastise me. She said I was being ridiculous and accused me of just making up my symptoms to emotionally manipulate her. She even went as far as threatening to call the police on me to have me sectioned. I feel so humiliated. I know that I can be annoying during my panic attacks, and that my OCD puts a massive toll on my familiy. But I don't want to manipulate people. Now, I feel like an abuser. In these moments, seeing how much my weakness makes my family suffer makes me just want to not be here anymore.
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- 14w
I just feel like therapy isn’t working… like I get to talk about myself and understand myself… but I’m already incredibly self aware. My therapist thought I was like 5 years older than I am… and she gives me such basic strategies that do absolutely nothing for me. And a psychiatrist prescribed me with Zoloft… but I don’t know if T want to take medication. I’m scared of side effects… and I’m scared of getting better… I’m scared of letting my guard down. I know it will make me less cautious which makes me less likely to push myself to perfection like I currently do, which I can’t have happen. Every time I talk to my mom about it, she’s always like “Let’s talk about this some other time, I’m busy with other things”, and then never remembers. But in the rare moments we do talk about it, she treats it like I’m signing up to be a drug addict. I also feel very guilty for spending so much of my parents’ money- therapy… medication… etc… and also the idea of my being unlovable is so deeply engraved in my brain… I genuinely, truly believe it. No therapy or medication can fix it. I can’t change my mind. My therapist tells me my misophonia is not a “deal-breaker” and that someone would be lucky to have me as a partner… but then why hasn’t anyone ever liked me? My own FAMILY can’t stand me. How do I believe something I know isn’t true? That’s even harder to accept than me being unlovable. I can’t see someone loving me. And it is so incredibly exhausting to seek love,e I know I cannot have. My sister says, “It will get better with age…” It has only ever gotten worse. To the point I don’t want to get better. It has reached the severity where I feel more safe and successful with anxiety. My past 3 birthdays have been me wishing for therapy. And now I have therpay- and medication, the potential key… and I refuse? Am I too deep in? I cant get out, it’s too late. How did absolutely no one notice how much I had and have been hurting? Why did no one listen to my cries or worries? I feel really depressed and hopeless right now. It takes so much effort to get up every day… I’m so tired.
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