Musicocd
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So I had some wine, I know I shouldn’t have because alcohol exacerbates ocd, but I thought if I only had one glass it wouldn’t be too bad in the morning.
But it started that night, I washed my hands and was about to wash them again but then I thought “it’s not me it’s my ocd”, the phrase from ‘Brain Lock’ an ocd self-help book. So I stopped washing my hands, thought ‘I’m ill, I know this, I don’t need to wash my hands again, it’s just ocd telling me to’. But then “it’s not me it’s my ocd” popped into my head again. And again. And again. I had to leave to say it out loud to myself. And so it the phrase was repeated for hours. Surely there’s no hope when ocd uses weapons we are meant to use as a defence against us.
Then I started thinking about how other people would perceive me, what if they didn’t know about my ocd, they would think I was just being rude by leaving before midnight on New Years Eve. I started replaying my day in my head, searching for a moment where I might have let it slip about my disorder in front of someone I don’t know, they would think I’m mad if they saw me doing a compulsion, surely? “Maybe you ARE mad” I thought “Maybe it’s not ocd”. As I don’t have a proper diagnosis I couldn’t think of anything to make me sure that I have ocd. “It’s schizophrenia” I thought.
This thought was somehow different, I don’t know if it was the alcohol but I was truly afraid, not of what I had thought, but of myself. I honestly believed I was going insane and that I had schizophrenia. I just sort of gave up on fighting ocd and let it overtake me. I’ve only ever convinced myself of something that intensely once before, when I was about 10 and I thought aliens would come and get me if I didn’t try to convince people they were real. I think it happens when the line between ocd and reality becomes so blurred that you don’t know what it real anymore.
Any comments would be much appreciated.
Musicocd
But it started that night, I washed my hands and was about to wash them again but then I thought “it’s not me it’s my ocd”, the phrase from ‘Brain Lock’ an ocd self-help book. So I stopped washing my hands, thought ‘I’m ill, I know this, I don’t need to wash my hands again, it’s just ocd telling me to’. But then “it’s not me it’s my ocd” popped into my head again. And again. And again. I had to leave to say it out loud to myself. And so it the phrase was repeated for hours. Surely there’s no hope when ocd uses weapons we are meant to use as a defence against us.
Then I started thinking about how other people would perceive me, what if they didn’t know about my ocd, they would think I was just being rude by leaving before midnight on New Years Eve. I started replaying my day in my head, searching for a moment where I might have let it slip about my disorder in front of someone I don’t know, they would think I’m mad if they saw me doing a compulsion, surely? “Maybe you ARE mad” I thought “Maybe it’s not ocd”. As I don’t have a proper diagnosis I couldn’t think of anything to make me sure that I have ocd. “It’s schizophrenia” I thought.
This thought was somehow different, I don’t know if it was the alcohol but I was truly afraid, not of what I had thought, but of myself. I honestly believed I was going insane and that I had schizophrenia. I just sort of gave up on fighting ocd and let it overtake me. I’ve only ever convinced myself of something that intensely once before, when I was about 10 and I thought aliens would come and get me if I didn’t try to convince people they were real. I think it happens when the line between ocd and reality becomes so blurred that you don’t know what it real anymore.
Any comments would be much appreciated.
Musicocd