This is my OCD story for anyone who wants to listen.
I know it’s a bit different from what you usually see on here, but I wanted to share my story.
I’m almost 14 now, and as far back as I can remember, OCD has always been a prevalent part of my life. Ever since I was young I would have to repeat things over and over again, just in case I messed up. I worried that if I made a small mistake, i.e. missing a spot when I clean the bathroom, it would mess up my life and everyone else’s. (I never really worried about these things affecting me, now that I think about it, which is kind of bizarre, but I always worried about these things causing my family to become ill or even die.)
When I was older and started going to religious ed classes, my OCD which, primarily, at that point, had revolved around germs and the like, morphed into scrupulosity. I analyzed every part of my day. I even worried that mundane tasks such as cleaning or doing my homework would offend God in some way. At one point I was up all night shaking, panicking, because I thought I had offended Him.
Only recently did I realize I did in fact have ocd. Then it all clicked. I was never formally diagnosed, but I am self diagnosed and have taken an online test (I scored 6/10 so I knew I had it).
I never told anyone about my OCD. I never went to therapy. But I have been working with myself, using subliminal treatments, and coaching myself to realize which thoughts are irrational.
I hope you enjoyed my story. I wanted to let people know what it is like to live as a person with OCD. I’m not looking for sympathy, but if you could remember me and everyone else who has OCD in your prayers.
Thank you for bearing with me and taking the time to read this. It means a lot to me❤️