blakeage
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I was diagnosed with OCD in 1995 with homosexual doubt. Eventually, as I got older, I realized (and through therapy and medication), that it really didn't matter. Of course, it wasn't that easy when I was consumed with the obsession.
The problem is, now, whenever I tell a therapist that I had this doubt, and tell them I have OCD, they say, "It's quite common for a person to have these kind of doubts at that age", as if to say, everybody has that, it's not OCD?? So I'm left wondering, do I have an illness? Do my therapists not agree on my diagnosis?
When OCD is defined, it's defined as not being preoccupied with real life issues. To quote wikipedia:
"The thoughts, impulses, or images are not simply excessive worries about real-life problems."
But the compulsive hand-washer is pre-occupied with the real-life concern of getting germs. I don't get it?
I was preoccupied with a real-life concern - that I was gay. Then, it morphed, and it was "do I really want to be with my girlfriend?". Now it's "I hate my job, and I'm never getting out of here". So, is the hate my job an obsession, or a preoccupation with real life? And, if so, did I have OCD all along?
The problem is, now, whenever I tell a therapist that I had this doubt, and tell them I have OCD, they say, "It's quite common for a person to have these kind of doubts at that age", as if to say, everybody has that, it's not OCD?? So I'm left wondering, do I have an illness? Do my therapists not agree on my diagnosis?
When OCD is defined, it's defined as not being preoccupied with real life issues. To quote wikipedia:
"The thoughts, impulses, or images are not simply excessive worries about real-life problems."
But the compulsive hand-washer is pre-occupied with the real-life concern of getting germs. I don't get it?
I was preoccupied with a real-life concern - that I was gay. Then, it morphed, and it was "do I really want to be with my girlfriend?". Now it's "I hate my job, and I'm never getting out of here". So, is the hate my job an obsession, or a preoccupation with real life? And, if so, did I have OCD all along?