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Having OCD about having OCD
Lately I feel like I’m having OCD about having OCD. Since getting diagnosed, I’ve felt like I’m grieving my whole life. I’ve always been proud of how deeply I think and feel. I thought it was part of what made me special. Looking back, I can also see how often I’d spend so many hours of my day ruminating over the same thing because I felt like I couldn’t let it go. Those spirals left me feeling stuck and annoyed and sometimes I’d sink into depression afterward. Now I catch myself replaying old memories, trying to figure out how much of what felt like “just me” was OCD. Before I know it, I’m spiraling about what having OCD says about me. I was already in therapy for anxiety and depression, and I wish someone had recognized the OCD sooner so I could’ve gotten help for that more specifically. I wonder how much I learned to hide or explain away without even realizing it. Some days I’m grateful I finally have words for what I’ve been experiencing. Other days I just wish it would go away. I see it show up in my every day life, too. When I’m late or miss plans because I’m struggling, feeling judged can send me right back into a spiral. I go from What do they think of me? to Why is showing up so hard for me sometimes? Why do I even have OCD? I’m starting to see how often I assume people are picking me apart the way I pick myself apart. The more I expect criticism, the more sensitive I am to it, and the quicker I can be to judge myself or someone else. I’ve always felt strongly that you never really know what someone is going through. I mean that, and I can still forget it when I’m hurt or embarrassed. I want to get better at saying, “I’m sorry I missed it. I know it mattered,” without spending the rest of the day picking myself apart. And I want to give other people some of the room I wish they’d give me when there’s more going on than they can see. Has anyone else felt this kind of grief after getting diagnosed? I’d love to hear what it’s been like for you. 🤍