So latly I have written a lot about love and my lost of a guy I fell in love with. I now want to write more about OCD.
OCD is a horrible mental disease, just like all mental diseases are. I do not know if I should call myself lucky, but I suffer from pure-o which means I have intrusive thoughts and all the OCD is in my head. Of course it was not always like this but from the age of 16 it has always been intrusive thoughts.
There are days I think about how silly I am and how this is all OCD, and I can fight this. I feel strong and I start to smile.
But there are dark days, where I do not get out of bed. I feel I will never win over this and a happy life is something I will never have.
OCD has controlled my life in many ways. So many I feel I have not lived life to it’s fullest. But I do have proud moments. One of them being be studying to be a teacher. From the age of 5 I knew I wanted to be a teacher. I looooved being around kids and looking after them. When My OCD latched on to the thought of being a pedophile I felt doomed and started to work at Mcdonalds instead of studying. How could I be a teacher if I was maybe a pedophile?
After a year I got a thought about how I could never be happy if I did not pursue what I wanted to work with I said FUCK OCD and studied. Geeees…I have had my ups and downs. This is where my OCD changed from just pure-o. I made sure no kids ever held my hands, never sat in my lap or came close to me. I analysed every step I took.
4 years later I can say I am now able to clean a childs bum,hold a child and let a child sit on me, knowing that it is my OCD making me feel shit. Of course I wonder sometimes if I use the kids to get these feelings. But I know deep down I would never use a child to get a little tingle that I can manage to get by myself. I guess I never thought about how far I have come when I look back on my OCD travels. I have had progress. I have managed to become better and face my fears. It has taken 4 years, but hey I am 20 prosent better than what I was 🙂