- Date posted
- Yesterday
I’ve got a friend who has been diagnosed with OCD for nearly 15 years now, and I suppose I just sort of assumed OCD is just one of those things you have always had since childhood. It sounds quite daft but I never considered it suddenly onsetting in someone’s life until I was telling my friend how I was feeling/the skin picking. I stopped in the middle of a sentence and said, “I think it’s possible I may have OCD.” She just said, “Yeah, I think so too. Let me send you some resources and info on how to find a doctor who is specially trained in this.” I’ve been picking at my skin for a handful of years now, but lately I’ve been so stressed I’ve started to pick at my scalp for dry patches that aren’t there. Sometimes I’ll draw blood with my persistence. I’ve been considering that I might be trans for about a year and a half now, but I’m worried that I’m just cosplaying as being trans and that I’m an imposter who is wrong. I dress like a boy, I bind/pack, I’ve cut my hair short, and I’ve told a handful of people my chosen name and pronouns. All of those things feel good. I know I don’t actually pass but those things feel more comfortable than when I tried to perform hyper-femininity. I used to get really bad retroactive jealousy about partners anytime I was in a relationship. It was intense and completely inappropriate. I used to obsess over his tone and cadence and always worried he was mad at me. When I’m at work I have to completely reorganize my work station if I’ve been rotated, even if it’s just for the day. I can’t cope in someone else’s set up, and I have to wipe the surface down with disinfectant or else I feel the need to constantly wash my hands and use hand sanitizer. I wipe my phone down with bleach anytime I think it may have touched an unclean surface on public transportation or at work. Anytime I see a bug in my flat I have this overwhelming urge to bleach my floors and all of the surfaces. My skin feels itchy and I simply must bleach the floors to feel clean again. I didn’t always do all of these things. I don’t know when exactly it happened, it just sort of did. I don’t even know why. Now I think I recognize it for the part it’s played in my life these last few years, and I feel defeated and exhausted. I’ve been fighting with myself over a battle I didn’t realize I was engaged in. TLDR; I didn’t realize someone could develop OCD/OCD symptoms at any point in their life. I feel a bit blindsided by the possibility that I have OCD, and I don’t know how to respond to it.