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- 4y
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I told my partner and also (with a lot of hesitation) my parents simply because if I didn’t tell anyone or get help I would have to end my life. My parents knew nothing about OCD until I told them and showed them some online forums that describes OCD in depth. At first I didn’t think I had OCD I thought it was intrusive thoughts but it escalated and my parents and partner were very supportive. I know POCD is the most stigmatised which makes it harder to confess struggling with this. But maybe even just tell them you’re struggling with OCD (pure o) and show them ALL of the subtypes and symptoms so they know how much you’re struggling but you don’t need to go into detail about what theme or what your thoughts consist of cos in reality it doesn’t matter what theme you have as it is all just OCD and that’s what matters. I really hope you do get the support you need
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I haven’t. From what I know, my parents aren’t informed about OCD in general, so I’m afraid that I might end up that they won’t understand, and they’ll think that I’m a messed up person.
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I actually came out to my parents as being gay/bi after a gruelling month of never ending thoughts. They thought it was a bit strange but supported me all the way. After about 2 months of uncertainty, anxiety and talking with my parents about this new situation I started getting these extremely distressing thoughts (pocd) which were just too much to bear. After one night of no sleep and extreme anxiety I told my mother in the morning that I fear I becoming a pedo. She was actually the first who even before that started researching ocd which I dismissed because I thought I had a case of "internalized homophobia" which was the main reason for my suffering (turns out that wasn't the case). After my confession I or better said we started researching ocd a bit more where I found out I had almost all of the symptoms commonly found in hocd/pocd/rocd sufferers. All in all my parents were very understanding of the situation and continue to support me. (I'm not a native english speaker so excuse my writing)
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I agree. I think this is a struggle that us of horrible intrusive thoughts deal with
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- 23w
Genuinely why is it okay to not tell everything about your past to others? Even if it’s past mistakes to family and so?
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- 21w
LONG VENT POST: This is my second post of the day. Seriously, I am SO sorry. I have therapy tomorrow, I promise I will shut up after this lmao. Anyway, for Memorial Day weekend, I spent it at my aunt/uncles vacation house. Fortunately it wasn’t a big crowd - just my mom, grandmother, aunt, uncle and I. For context, I come from a pretty big family, and I am the youngest of 7 cousins and a younger sister to two brothers. All my cousins are in their early to mid 20’s, each very successful in school and their careers. My half brother is 29, and absolutely crushing it. My full brother is turning 23, he’s also doing amazing with school. I just turned 20 in April, I feel very lost. I know I want to be a forensic psychiatrist one day, and that I want my PhD. I want to be the best therapist I can be, but the fact that I barely get by with ocd/adhd has been discouraging me, so I currently feel like a flop. Anyway though, spending time with my aunts/uncles/cousins/grandparents triggers my ocd the most, as majority of them can be on the judgmental side. ESPECIALLY my aunt, she’s on my moms side, and she and my mom are total opposites. My aunts a very calculated, straightforward, logical, stern, sassy buisnesswoman. She’s successful, but lacks a lot of understanding and can be so cold and just mean. My moms a kindergarten teacher in a struggling community, and she’s always thinking about others before herself, extremely emotional, caring, but neglects her own needs a lot. They’re sisters, and they bump heads a ton. My aunt and all of her kids aren’t neurodivergent. They simply don’t understand mental health. My mom does, thank god. My aunt and uncle think that if a kid is having a psychotic break, then that kid should be kicked out of the house and not helped at all. My mom and I entirely disagree with this idea, and that someone clearly mentally suffering NEEDS mental health help asap, and they need to be home. The streets are the last place someone suffering should be. While we were vacationing at the house, my mom argued about this with my uncle. I was asleep, thank god, but I seriously hate having people in my family like this. I can never tell them about me having ocd, they’ll think it’s just an “excuse” for not getting things done, or just me trying to feel special. The reality is, they don’t get it. My full brother went through the worst psychotic break a few years ago. It lasted two years on and off due to bipolar disorder, but thank god he got himself help and he’s doing absolutely amazing now. He’s frustrated and embarassed with himself but now he’s on track, and as I said, crushing it with school. But the entire time he was going through this, my aunt and uncle just didn’t understand. To keep it short, they thought his mental problems were behavioral, and that he’s a “crazy” kid. The reality is, he was coping with the loss of his childhood best friend and our other uncle who was like a second father figure to us. He had manic episodes from the grief and self medicating with drugs and alcohol. This was all the while Covid was happening and he was a freshman at a college states away. He was so vunerable. I’m saying all this because, well, how am I to seriously be forward about my mental struggles when they couldn’t even show the slightest amount of empathy to my brother, who was struggling, so much more intensely than me? I’m quiet at family gatherings when they’re around for this exact reason. I have so much resentment toward them for it. I try to avoid them when I can, because I love them, I just hate their actions/views. What do you guys do with these kinds of people?
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- 16w
I was super recently diagnosed with OCD and nervous to share my diagnosis with my family. I’m a somewhat messy person and don’t have germophobic tendencies, so since I don’t have the stereotypical OCD presentation I was terrified that nobody would believe me. I ended up talking to my mom and making a silly TikTok post about it, which my grandma saw. Not only did they believe and support me–I learned that my grandma has it too! Funny to look back on, but really cool to see that the worst outcome doesn’t always happen. (:
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