OCD, Covid, and making new friends.
Covid and I have had a rocky relationship that has only gotten worse, even after being vaccinated. I spent all of August trapped inside my own head, terrified that the littlest itchy throat or runny nose would mean I had Covid and could spread it to others. Things got better once I sat with the uncertainty; September, so far, has been wonderful. Even last night, I was thinking about how Covid and how if I hear someone cough I'm not bothered nearly as much.
Until today.
I wake up, going to meet someone new. My brain tries to tell me i'll catch Delta, i'll catch Covid and spread it, i'll have to take time off to be sick, i'll have to get tested, my week will be ruined.
I tell my brain, I'm vaccinated. We're outside. I've met new people before in the same situation and haven't gotten Covid. I am willing to take this risk. I am not going to be afraid anymore.
I meet up with this potential new friend. She coughs a little, I think nothing of it, perhaps some saliva went down the wrong pipe.
Then she tells me she has a scratchy throat from yelling at work the past two days and "doesn't think she's sick", but also says she's going to go home and drink water and rest.
I shut down while at the same time trying to assume the best in people. That's a valid conjecture, right? Voice overuse can make your throat really hurt, so I stick it out for the 45 minutes we are together, trying not to come off as being ABSOLUTELY terrified.
I'm vaccinated. I'm outside. It doesn't help the storm building in my brain.
I come home. I tell my roommate, who is a realist about my constant Covid anxiety. "If you get sick, you get sick, and there's nothing you can do about it." I call
my mom "You'll be okay. She just had a scratchy throat. Don't worry over nothing."
And yet, I make the reminder on my phone to get Covid tested on Thursday because that's 5 days after what could have been an exposure because that's what's on the CDC website for vaccinated people, because this potential new friend COULD have it. She could. And prepare myself for a week of depression, panic, confessing to everyone I see at work, at my DREAM job no less, that I hung out with someone with a scratchy throat for 45 minutes to be sure I am doing enough to protect myself, to protect others. Just like August, just like July, just like May. Or, not saying anything and feeling awful because should I? Shouldn't I?
How do I make this cycle end? How do I keep my happiness despite Covid looming all around? How do I make new friends with this constant intense fear? How do I draw lines between my moral OCD and confessing and doing what if the best to keep Covid at bay? How do I not break down at the idea of searching once again for the perfect therapist for hours, when I just left an amazing therapist that I took months who isn't licensed to practice in my new location?
Just a ramble I guess. Maybe someone can see this and relate, maybe someone has advice. Just putting this all out there.
Hope everyone else is doing okay.