Obsessive-compulsive
disorder (OCD) is an anxiety disorder in which people have unwanted and
repeated thoughts, feelings, images, and sensations (obsessions) and engage in
behaviors or mental acts in response to these thoughts or obsessions. Often the person carries out the behaviors to
reduce the impact or get rid of the obsessive thoughts, but this only brings
temporary relief. Not performing the
obsessive rituals can cause great anxiety.
Hi
all. Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve
posted. How are you doing? You might be wondering why I’m writing about
this. Well, as you might remember, I’ve
always been into Psychology. Also, I have
OCD.
A
major curse for a crip, right?
Now,
everybody who’s anybody thinks from time to time, did I lock the front door before I left? Or, how
many of those deals did I count? I better
recheck. That is good, and it might
be a sign that one is a cautious, caring person. However, as the definition I pulled from
Google suggests, OCD is a deep rooted, serious need for…(whatever somebody
excessively does).
I’m
going to let you in on a little secret; people with OCD are not crazy.
Why
not, Joey? They wash their hands 30X a
day. They check things 50X when they
know they did it right the first time.
The list goes on, I know.
Here’s
the set up; I (try to) fix things. I will
sit there for an hour, or two, or maybe more, fixing one thing and freaking out
the longer it takes to get Perfect.
Jason came in the room yesterday and asked how it was coming. BTW, I don’t blame him for not staying the
whole time. Part of me wishes he would,
but…
I was
so frustrated-about in tears. And you
want to know what I was doing for two hours that got me (temp) hotter than I should
have been? Trying to reposition the gel
in my seat cushion and place it exactly straight back on my chair. This is a thing I do every month or two, or
so. But the glue that holds the Velcro to
the cushion is 60% of the problem.
Then,
of course, I can’t leave it until it’s Perfect.
I’ll bet you’re thinking, I thought
you just said you’re NOT crazy. I’m
sure that’s what Jason thought.
When I
gathered myself, I came back into the living room and explained that the
problem isn’t exactly the problem. Yes,
the cushion was sinking-I had to fix it.
However, as Psychology says, OCD is something that starts very
early-teen years, maybe earlier. It’s
about control.
I couldn’t
control my parents’ divorce, I couldn’t control my mom “stealing” my dog. I can’t control good caregivers quitting and
awful ones taking over. I can’t make
Jason drink as much water as I suggest he drink for his health. I can only do so much to ensure that I have a
ride to that party, and I get to stay late like everybody else. I couldn’t… I can’t… I can’t…
Sometimes,
I feel like I can’t do Anything!
Oh,
but I can fix my cushion.
Wait,
no. I can’t do that, either. Wow.
Then, my anxiety comes that says, You
can’t even do one perfect thing. Why
not? What is wrong with you?
So,
later, I have to fix it again. I’ll do it right this time. Right?
I mean, I know how to do it.
It isn’t
usually every day in people. Sometimes,
it is, but most, if not all, people know they’re doing it. Maybe some just haven’t figured out why. However, please, just breathe. And breathe again. Know you’re loved. Try to calm down and understand that you’re
in control of more than you think.
It can
get better.
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