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Featured Personal Stories

This page will feature personal stories from those who suffer from or have suffered from OCD.  I hope this space creates a comfortable atmosphere for both the storytellers and the viewers. I hope you consider contributing to this page! Enjoy!

I was diagnosed with OCD very young (around 1st grade), and I showed signs of having OCD since I was three years old. My obsessions over the years have changed drastically, so I have a lot of experience with many different OCD themes. I started my account after the COVID pandemic in 2020 because that is when OCD truly took over my life. However, posting on Instagram to help others navigate OCD helped me cope by seeing that I was not alone. Today, I still struggle with OCD, and some days are definitely worse than others, but I am much better than I have been in the past.

-OCDNotMeAwareness (Check out the Instagram! @ocdnotmeawareness/) (7/26/24)

I can remember being emetophobic as young as 5 years old when I was worried about the anaesthesia making me sick when I had elbow surgery. My emetophobia must have manifested around age 3-4 and was the first theme of my OCD. I had anxiety and issues with being particular as a child. I often felt overwhelmed and needed things to be perfect and experienced a lot of DPDR surrounding big events and holidays. I spent a lot of my youth stuck in my own head, over thinking.

While I definitely had OCD as a young child, it got significantly more severe when I was 12 years old. I remember the second it happened, I was a TA for my math teacher in 7th grade and spent a lot of time alone in my teachers room during electives helping with preparing assignments and even grading some papers. I remember thinking “what if you’re terminally ill.” I was convinced that it was a sign that something was wrong with me and quickly spiralled into health OCD.I felt like I was loosing my mind and spent hours googling, seeking reassurance from anyone who would give it to me. I was also afraid to tell my mom what was going on in my brain, as I didn’t really understand it myself. My OCD would live there throughout high school, but it existed largely in the background. I remember a panic attack once begging my mom for reassurance that I wasn’t going insane. I had quirks here and there that were definitely compulsions but just brushed them off as routine. Schizophrenia themed OCD reared its ugly head then and followed me to college.

My OCD spiralled out of control in college. I dealt with schizophrenia OCD, health OCD, religious OCD, and relationship OCD. All at the same time. I went to a Christian college and was triggered at every turn, so badly that even though I am a Christian I would wear headphones during our required chapels so that I wouldn’t have to hear the speakers. I would compulsively pray and read bible verses. I compulsively sought reassurance from my boyfriend (now husband). I had constant recurrent obsessional doubts about whether my boyfriend was the one that God wanted for me, whether I really loved him, whether or not I was really attracted to him and what all of those things meant. I also was constantly googling and seeking reassurance about my health, convinced I had some sort of cancer or something dangerous. I distinctly remember a panic attack after watching the movie Shutter Island convinced that I could be schizophrenic and that I could be imagining my life. I had another panic attack after a bad sermon where the speaker essentially told an entire body of college students that if you sin God will kill you. At some point during freshman year of college I was at my work study in the library reading the DSM-IV for fun and came across the diagnostic criteria for OCD and realized that that is what was wrong with me, it wasn’t GAD like my GP had suggested. 

 

It was eye-opening to realize that compulsions can be mental. I felt immense relief finally knowing exactly what was wrong with me. Through sheer willpower, and a lot of grace from God, I was able to mostly control my OCD by setting limits on what I allowed with my health obsessions. If it was a sensation I had felt before, I dismissed it. If it was new, I gave it a week and if it got worse or didn’t go away, I would go to the doctor. I found that I had usually totally forgotten about the sensation long before the week was up. As for my relationship OCD, my boyfriend and I did break up junior year but ended up getting back together senior year and by that point I accepted that no matter what OCD said, he was obviously the one for me, obviously the one God had chosen for me, and I was no longer going to doubt it. My religious OCD did still hang around, but got much better once I graduated, which I did manage to graduate from college cum laude with a double major in forensic science and biology despite all that OCD threw at me.

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I went on to marry my college boyfriend despite ROCD, and haven’t had an issue with ROCD since. We have 3 beautiful children together and pregnancy and childbirth are my favourite experiences of my entire life despite my emetophobia. Religious OCD obsessions about the end times and centering around when good things happen its because God is trying to make my life easier for a bad thing coming. These are much easier to dismiss now. My OCD was fairly quiet while I was pregnant and nursing, I attribute that partially to hormones. I know its not everyone’s experience with pregnancy and OCD, but I’m here to give women hope that pregnancy doesn’t always make OCD worse. Mine was significantly better when I was pregnant, and pretty much stayed mostly gone (with a small flare up here and there, usually health related) until my youngest was about 16 months old.

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But then this emetophobia woman sent her kids to public school. And they started bringing home illness after illness and my emetophobia was triggered, I was severely traumatized from having to take care of sick kids and deal with it and then catch the illness myself. This made me absolutely terrified of my own children, constantly on edge staring at them convinced they’re going to fall ill at any second. I am afraid to be alone with them, I am afraid to cook them food (I do all of this anyway) and I was spending a lot of my time largely in my own head ruminating and memory scanning instead of being present with my children.

 

About two years ago I met a group of wonderful people with OCD on discord and actually lead my friend from there to her diagnosis of OCD. She eventually went on to try ICBT therapy when she wasn’t feeling fully herself after ERP. Out of desperation I tried ERP therapy only for about a month and quickly realized it was not for me. I am already so exposed and traumatized by my emetophobia that extra exposure is not helpful. I am already very functional, I just spend a lot of time in my own head and miserable. So my ICBT friend helped me find an ICBT therapist and I have been meeting with him for about 5 months and have almost finished the ICBT modules. ICBT has made such an instrumental difference in my life already and it only gets better the more you practice it.

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I created my Instagram to share my story and spread awareness for OCD and particularly for ICBT because it isn’t as well known but is a very evidence based and effective treatment for OCD. I feel like if people knew that there were other effective treatments out there for OCD more people could get help. Especially those who are resistant to ERP or that ERP hasn’t worked for, or even those who are still struggling after ERP. I hope my story can give those struggling with OCD some hope, lead those who don’t know that they have OCD to a diagnosis, or a even new treatment.

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-Crystal (Check out her Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/functionallyocd/) (7/20/24)

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So since I was a kid, I was a pretty unusual kid. I was a bigger perfectionist than any of my peers, I actually cleaned my room without being told too! But there were still some bizarre things this perfectionism had me do, like always picking the upmost left option of a list (I saw it as the first), having to touch one thing with both hands once I do it with the other; and on worst case scenarios I would start a loop where I had to touch it the same amount of times or seconds. I ended up going to therapy because I cried too much (not sure how related it was) , but I got diagnosed with nothing.

But the real crap started at quarantine, when I started going to online school. Not going out or socializing outside Google Meet gave me depression and affected my attention span severely (I actually may have ADHD, but my therapist hasn't diagnosed me, back to OCD), so I always got incredibly distracted while doing my homework, and OCD turned out to be the poison of the cake. I was never satisfied at my homework until I put countless hours at the same presentation. My perfectionist desires peaked at their worst in this moment of my life, but its still not the ultimate worst thing. 

Still, I would spent hours and hours not moving on from my work and feeling like I wasn't doing progress at all; I needed to do more! I no longer thought I could just finish it after some time, I just tortured myself thinking one day I might do it. I would also like to bring attention to the fact adults NEED to be there for children. Not enough teens have enough support this years. Now, the spiciest stuff.

After quarantine, 2 years later, in my 8th Grade, I started going to therapy; but mostly because of my depression and anxiety. I also started having my first horrible obsessive thoughts. I started to think I was a pedophile. A normal person tends to have a few disturbing thougths, but they are later forgotten and they don't really mean anything. My mind with OCD started overthinking over this thoughts, so I spent hours upon hours over my head arguing with the fact that I wasn't a predator. That was my compulsion. 

This lasted days, gradually getting worse and coming up to a point where I just felt I had to accept I was doomed since I was born; all my life had to be thrown away or I would become a monster. I started having horrible panic attacks where I would run around my house, hopping, moving my body like crazy, always ending up on the floor; crying to god how haven't I been spared. One of the worst parts was that I couldn't scream for help, because I just thought they would send me to jail... But I wouldn't hurt anyone! Altough... if Im a pedo.... I genuinely started to think I deserved to kill myself, and would insult the parts of my brain stopping me from it. Luckily, they never left. 

I was always scared of harming myself, no matter how happy the thought made me. I still had my happy moments, actually. I clearly remember how I had completely forgotten about this thanks to the videogame: Batman: Arkham Asylum. Until I reached the psychiatric part. That day, (maybe later) I lightly hit my head against a wall. It wasn't serious, but it sure hurt. Alright, enough tragedy; lets get to the happier parts.

One day I was DONE. 2 panic attacks a day was too tiresome, so I did something I was scared of doing. I googled my problems. I was too scared whatever FBI agent was watching me would put me in a blacklist, but I finally stood up and googled: " disturbing thoughts." I would have typed more, but I didn't want HIM to get on my toes. And so I found an article about someone... And he admitted of having rape thoughts..... and it was all because of a mental disorder called.. OCD.

I was ECSTATIC. That might have been the happiest day of my life. I WASN'T A PEDOPHILE! IM A GOOD PERSON! IM A NEUTRAL AT LEAST!! Maybe you would have expected for me to be bummed to find out I had OCD, but it was quite literally the biggest relief of my life. Maybe you shouldn't google your problems, but it DID help me, soooo I don't think its that bad. Just be wary; good luck. 

I finally got brave enough to tell my therapist about my disturbing thoughts, and next time diagnosed me with OCD; great, isn't it? I think pedophilia has become too taboo, that people are afraid to ask for help; which can end up damaging more people, including children. You don't have to agree with me on that one, just be aware I absolutely not support it and neither should you. It is a mental disorder, so let's start seeing it as one.

And that's the end of my story, phew! One final lesson: information is powerful! Should I have known OCD before this, I would have been a lot more relaxed. Thats why stuff like this is important, I think we should all be more educated on mental disorders, and thank god for this website for helping! If you would like to message me, you can use my gmail, just be aware I don't check it that often and you should be able to ask the people around you for help too. I hope I touched you with my story, and that you have a good one. Let's teach the word a lesson!

My parents recall that when I was a toddler and in my early childhood, I exhibited various order and checking behaviors, such as arranging my shoes in a specific way and repeatedly asking teachers the same question. I also remember having various superstitions when I was a young child. For example, there was this one time after a baseball practice on a hot day when I vomited from exhaustion. I loved the shirt and shorts I was wearing that day, but I ended up avoiding wearing them because I associated them with throwing up. 
Throughout my early childhood, I guess I probably had various obsessions, compulsions, and superstitions. However, I started to develop full-blown OCD later on in my childhood. I honestly can't remember exactly when my full-blown OCD began. Everything is kind of a blur. My best estimate is probably around sixth grade when I was around 11. The obsessions and compulsions gradually began to creep up. At first, they were pretty mild. The first compulsion I can recall having was the urge to swallow a specific number of times. I used to try to swallow a multiple of four times. The number four became a significant component of many of my compulsions. When I started developing obsessions and compulsions, I didn’t think much of them. It didn’t bother me much at all. As the obsessions and compulsions arose exponentially, they started to bother me, but I still just thought I was crazy. I thought that I was the only one in the world who thought the thoughts and did the things I was doing. I carried out the compulsions without questioning why I was doing them. I never once thought I had OCD. I also probably didn’t know what OCD was back then. I never told anyone, including my family, about what I was thinking and doing. I used to try to hide it. 
I was in the middle of my seventh-grade year when the COVID-19 pandemic hit. It wasn’t until March of my eighth-grade year that I started developing new obsessions and compulsions, all based around germs. This marked a significant worsening of my situation. Before this, I had numerous obsessions and compulsions that consumed a significant portion of my life, but not to the same extent as they did once I developed a fear of germs and contamination. The end of eighth grade was the worst I've ever experienced. I would never touch my face. I would use a full bottle of hand sanitizer every day. I would constantly repeat various things in my head throughout the day, a certain number of times, to ensure I didn't get sick. My parents quickly noticed my compulsive actions and told me that I have OCD. I always resisted their help and refused to go to a psychiatrist for help. I very much regret this, as my recovery from OCD could have been a lot quicker.
Throughout my time with OCD, I made multiple attempts on my own to stop my obsessions and compulsions, but I was never really successful. However, in the middle of my freshman year of high school, I made a successful attempt to suppress most of my obsessions and compulsions on my own. This was a result of a significant shift in my mindset. I was very strict with myself. It was very difficult, but I’m proud of the progress I made. I was really lucky that I was able to do this on my own. Since then, I have overcome more and more obsessions and compulsions, and now I barely have any obsessions and compulsions. I am still a lot more conscious of germs than I used to be. I still carry a hand sanitizer bottle when I go out in public. I am still more concerned about those around me who may be sick. I still have a couple of random obsessions and compulsions, and occasionally, a new one will arise for a brief time. Moreover, in general, I obsess about things more than I used to do before I developed OCD. However, compared to my behavior at the end of eighth grade, there has been a significant improvement. After overcoming my OCD, I sometimes notice the small things I can do now, such as touching my face or turning off the faucet once rather than multiple times. Defying OCD was the best decision I have ever made. 

 

-Anonymous (7/7/24)

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