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Whelp I’m weird about touching my belly button because bacteria. But I guess that’s as far as I go with my own body stuff. The only thing you can do is not do what the ocd wants. If you can’t not do you compulsions then mix them up. Wash one hand up to elbow and the other not. Quick wash instead of taking time. Water down soap. Anything to throw it off. And then when those things don’t bother you cut down on the amount of wash etc. Baby steps.
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You know what’s funny though now that I think more. I’m super careful about putting my undies on cause I don’t want the rest of my body (mostly feet) to contaminate my undies and then ladie bits. So we’re opposites. I feel like my body is way dirtier than my undercarriage.
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Lol we are indeed opposites. I am super cautious about my underwear touching my body after I take it off. To the point where I shower or wash my legs after changing it. It is super annoying but the anxiety is insane unless I do it.
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@Nora7 It’s hard but it will only restrict more. Sometimes I wonder am I even worried about this or is it habit? The best thing you can do is delay. And then delay more. Ocd is a “now” disease. It wants what it wants now. But sometimes if you walk away and tell it you’ll do it in a bit you will find the anxiety is manageable. Not for everything but it’s a start.
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I don't like touching my earrings/inner ear. I feel like I have to wash my hands if I do. Anywhere under my nose too. Even if I'm totally clean and just took a shower and washed my face. I guess the way to handle it is not washing my hands, sitting with the discomfort/distracting with something positive, and reminding myself "it's ocd." Sometimes it helps me to remind myself that I really only need to wash my hands before I eat/put something in my mouth. Otherwise having "dirty"/"contaminated" hands won't kill/harm me.
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For the longest time I worried I had a disease that I could transmit via sexual fluids. I have since realized those were foolish thoughts and probably some form of hypochondriac OCD, but the compulsions I developed during that time have stuck with me, despite the original fear fading. Problem is, it has been years. A good 3 years of doing compulsions and it's so ingrained in me I have completely lost sense of how regular people use the toilet and change their underwear. It is too embarrassing to speak to family & friends about. I mean how would I even phrase that? So it's a tricky situation but I want to do better. I feel like my life has been stagnant for all those years.
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@Nora7 I'm sorry. 💞 I've had similar thoughts of being afraid I could transmit Lyme's disease to others by sharing the same shower (during my period), etc. I had a roommate who dies by suicide and I became convinced I had infected her with Lyme disease and then she couldn't sleep/had similar symptoms as me and died as a result. It was awful. ☹
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@Being Human * died
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@Being Human I want to say firstly that I'm so sorry you went through that with your roommate. You could never have caused that horrible tragedy. I hope your roommate rests in eternal peace. I am thankful you shared that with me. Coincidentally that illness I alluded to in my earlier post was also, in fact, lyme disease. I had a bunch of strange symptoms in early 2018, went online and did some self diagnosis. I even paid out of pocket for an expensive test, while I was struggling with money, only for that test to come back ambigious, which didnt reassure me like I was hoping. Anyways, like you, I would fret over contaminating anyone else. The online lyme forums were crazy; they would tell you it was in your saliva, sweat, blood, sexual fluids etc. They would claim it spreads easily in those fluids. I became downright paranoid and had severe panic attacks daily wondering if I had inadvertently poisoned my family. I would throw away utensils I used and would avoid touching anyone. It was insane to live like that. Over time, those symptoms completely disappeared and I am 100% healthy (physically). I have slowly forced myself to be okay with other bodily fluids, like saliva, but I cannot shake the idea that my vaginal secretions are especially dangerous. Periods are a nightmare, I often spend an hour in the bathroom changing my protection with the utmost care to prevent any blood from touching my pants or the toilet/floor. Naturally I would change several times a day, so this means several hours a day wasted in the bathroom. I understand I have to be okay with the uncertainty but I feel like the stakes are too high. Just the thought of not being super cautious, like I have been all these years, makes me feel dizzy.
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@Nora7 Thank you for your kind words. Ugh, Lyme forums can be the worst!! I got the idea I could spread it easily to others from a Lyme email list. It was awhile ago now but I felt really afraid of transmitting it for awhile. Someone I shared a shower with also got Alzheimer's disease. And I thought I gave that to him too. I even told his wife my fears, but she reassures me I didn't. Then I was afraid I'd get the rest of my family sick and they'd all die too. It truly was a nightmare. I still have to be careful about reading people's posts in a Lyme FB group I'm in. Even though I got treated for Lyme and had a negative test (I still worry at times it might not really be gone and might come back.) I'm so glad you have made progress and are now feeling healthy (physically). May I ask what it is that you fear will happen if blood touches your pants or the toilet/floor? I still have contamination fears but they have mostly switched to myself now rather than others (I'm living alone now). And it's like a feeling of impending doom if I don't wash my hands after touching something "dirty" (currently for me right now, under my nose or near my earrings or anywhere near my private area or my feet). It can be after I've just taken a shower and I'm completely clean. I can absentmindedly brush my hand against or scratch one of those areas and then I feel I need to get up and wash my hands. I also have obsessional thoughts when doing my laundry. Having to wash my hands if I touch anything (closet door, light switches, washer/dryer door) before I touch my clean clothes. I feel extremely uncomfortable about not following my "rules" or urges. But honestly nothing bad is actually going to happen if I don't wash my hands. I have a fear of being contaminated somehow and feel the need to keep my hands and clothes and bed clean. But really I only need my hands to be clean if I'm eating with them. So sometimes reminding myself of that helps. That even if my bed or clothes or hands get "dirty"/"infected" that I'll be ok because it's not actually going into my body. I don't know if this helps or not. I just share it so you know you're not alone. I have these "rules" and routines too, that take up time and are different than the way others act. They don't make logical sense but they feel super important. It feels *really* uncomfortable to break them. But I do believe that's the way to change our brains and get through it.
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- 23w
This is a long one lol but basically, a couple of weeks ago I went to the toilet (#2, sorry for the tmi). Let's just say it was messy. I remember that a speck of.. #2.. Fell off the piece of toilet paper. This was probably the worst thing that could ever happen. I can't remember clearly but I'm pretty sure my jeans were on the floor underneath near where the speck could have fallen. There was also a towel. I don't know exactly where it fell as it was so small, but I made sure both the towel and the jeans went in the laundry basket and I cleaned the floor near there. Fast forward to like the next day. My mum does most of the laundry, so she will have picked up all the towels and clothes from the laundry basket and taken them to the wash. The problem is the speck. I don't know where it went but if it was on the towel and she picked it up.... Thus, contaminated mum. And she also puts clothes away that are dry. I remember that day she put my hoodie in my wardrobe, and I haven't worn it since because I feel it is contaminated. I haven't worn the clothes that have touched the hoodie. This leaves me with not a lot of clothes. And today I finally snapped and picked up a sweatshirt that had maybe touched the hoodie. And now I'm just sat here spiralling, wearing it. What if it touched the speck? What if the speck touched my mum and then touched the hoodie which then touched the sweatshirt I'm wearing? Please I'm so scared.
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- 21w
contamination ocd has really been messing with me the last couple of days. usually i only struggle when i can connect something to possibly throwing up, but this time it doesn’t matter. so earlier, i took a shower and i also use a wash cloth to wash my body. after i showered i cleaned up my dirty clothes and towels. then when i came back to grab my phone, there was a soap speck on my phone so without thinking i just wiped it on the back of my crewneck i was wearing. well that then spiraled into me thinking what if the soap was from my dirty wash cloth. i know most of you are probably thinking it’s clean since you use soap to clean ur body. well i clean every inch of my body, including my bottom so that’s where my anxiety is gravitating towards. this sounds so ridiculous saying it out loud, but i just have so much anxiety over it. i tried my hardest not to change but i did. at first i just changed my crewneck, but then i had to change my shorts cause my crewneck touches my shorts. but then i changed my shorts. and now i feel like my shirt is contaminated cause i was wearing it with my other shorts before changing. moral of the story, i just have so much anxiety over it and i feel like i shouldn’t because it’s really not a big deal. and i don’t want to change again because that seems ridiculous to me. plus now i’m connecting the contamination to my bed since i was laying on my bed before i changed. i hate life, this sucks.
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- 16w
Hi all, I’m new here and just recently got diagnosed. I’m trying to make sense of a lot of things and could use some perspective. I feel like I’m the only one who has contamination themes and does not have the compulsion to clean things, but rather to run away from the mess. I would really love to hear from someone who can relate, because right now I feel like I’m making it up. Details which might either be useful or triggering: My kitchen is the best example. I might leave a dish or two in the sink and say “I’ll clean it up soon, it’s no big deal.” But then—because of a combination of factors—it will probably sit there for a couple days. Around day 2 or 3 I develop an aversion to dealing with it. It gives me ick. And the longer it sits, the ickier it becomes—realistically and in my imagination. And because I’ve stopped doing dishes, they really start to pile up, and each day, getting started feels like more work and more confrontation with disgust. I will start thinking about how I need to do dishes, or take out the trash, and then get hit with a horrifying mental image of bugs (I’ll spare you the details) or other really disgusting things happening. That image brings me shame and makes me scared to deal with the mess. When it really piles up, I start getting images of the nastiest hoarders’ houses I’ve ever seen, and I start catastrophizing about the future I’m doomed for. So mostly I just watch tv to get my mind off it. (I swear I’m not just lazy 😔) This is true for food too. I will be unsure if something in my fridge is a little too old, so I decided to hedge my bets and I avoid it. I let a lot of food go to waste this way. The biggest problem here is I don’t throw it away when I decide it’s bad. I just side-eye it. Maybe because I know it’s silly to decide 6-day-old soy milk that smells fine has a “bad vibe,” and I think I may be able to get over it later. But then the food actually spoils and I don’t want to touch it to throw it out. I actually had a week or so in June where I couldn’t open the fridge because it smelled bad. It took every ounce of emotional energy and an external deadline to force me to clean my kitchen. I had a couple of meltdowns but it felt great to get my space back. Of course, it’s a cycle and it got bad again. The crazy thing is, I love to cook and I even like doing dishes. And I do dishes every day at work, no problem! But I’m spending so much money on takeout because my kitchen is always trashed. :( Is this super crazy? Does it even sound like contamination ocd? Am I alone in this? Any feedback would be helpful.
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