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The OCD Soapbox
Barmymoo:
--- Quote from: omigod on 30 Apr 2007, 05:41 ---when i was younger i tried to take an even number of steps because i was worried i'd wear out one leg more than the other
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I used to do exactly that, and now I still try to step on the same number of dark and light paving slabs with each foot. I've managed to stop doing the hopping thing though, where I would hop on one leg to make up the right numbers.
I don't think I've really got OCD but if it's a sliding scale, I'm higher up it than I'd like to be. Particularly with the germs thing. In fact I'm off school today because I'm feeling a bit queasy and I know I will not be able to go into the school toilets if I'm feeling sick. In fact it would probably make me sick.
Johnny Evilguy:
I must have OCD too because you described what I used to do as a child; In fact, that and combined with my sleepwalking rewarded me to a trip to the doctor ala brain wave tests... They said I was "normal" although the next day I was throwing toys at other kids, man I think I was just :evil:
--- Quote from: omigod on 30 Apr 2007, 05:41 ---
The only shows i've seen with people who have OCD is 'Monk' and 'Scrubs'. What other shows are there?
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As far as shows go, it was one of those documentaries, "I have OCD" type they have on Discovery channel... or used too... Discovery Health has similar programming... They went inside the life of a married couple whose husband had OCD and did everything in routine... if he messed up he would do it again regardless of time...or something...
That said Monk and Scrubs are awesome shows....
And I agree with Barmy that OCD is probably a sliding scale...
mahvelousmeat:
I'm diagnosed OCD, panic disorder and depression. Whee!
Basically, from the research I've done (medical obsessions are a bitch...I used to read medical books obsessively as a kid to make sure I wasn't coming down with a life-threatening disease) I've learned several main points that have not been discussed here:
* To be diagnosed with OCD, the obsessions and/or compulsions need to significantly interfere with your daily life. Most places I've read have cited this as >1 hour per day. Basically, if it's stopping you from completing the major tasks and interactions of the day, it's probably something you should talk to a psychiatrist about.
* You can have Pure Obsessional OCD, Pure Compulsive OCD, or a combination of Obsessional/Compulsive.
* To the person who posted about being diagnosed at age 7 after several strep infections, this is something called P.A.N.D.A.S (Pediatric Autoimmune Neuropsychiatric Disorders Associated with Streptococcal infections). You can get OCD from having too many strep throat infections. Weird, huh?
* Monk is a pretty severe example, but he seems pretty accurate.
* There are several different categories of compulsions; most people with OCD fit into multiple.
* Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is different from Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder. People with OCD realize that what they are doing is irrational, but they can't stop themselves from doing it (at least without significant anxiety.) People with OCPD don't realize that what they are doing is irrational. They think it's weird that YOU think it's weird that they spend fifteen minutes making sure that all the chairs are properly lined up.
* People with OCD aren't going to kill you in your sleep! I had a friend who used to joke about this, lumping me in with those who have severe psychotic or delusional issues that may cause them to commit heinous crimes against their fellow man. Just because someone has OCD (and therefore an often-visible sign of "being crazy") does NOT mean that they are unaware of their surroundings or the way they interact with people. :-/
There were more things I wanted to say, but I can't remember them. However, I will leave you two funny stories about my OCD...
* Two Septembers ago, I had just been diagnosed with OCD and was in the process of trying out different treatment options, etc. I was frustrated that I wasn't making any progress, so I decided to try and take things into my own hands. What did this translate to? Disorganizing my closet. I had a VERY rigid system for ordering my clothes (it would take about 10 minutes to explain this system, no joke.) I spent a good half an hour yanking hangered clothes out of my closet, shoving hangered clothes over, and reinserting the clothing item in it's new, disorganized location. My roommate (who, by the way, had only known me for about 2 weeks at this point) sat on her bed and laughed her @$$ off at me. When it was done, I sat on my bed and tried to do homework...I had to shut the closet door in an effort to stop myself from going over there and reorganizing it again :-P
* I have an issue with stepping on cracks. However, this was later that year, and my treatment was starting to work...I was feeling great. My roommate (same one!) and I were walking down the hill to our dorm room, and I was jumping around and being silly. I decided to prove to her that I could step on cracks now, and that my treatment was working! I started jumping on every crack I could find - jump, jump, jump - and she was laughing. Then, I take a really big leap onto the crack that divided the sidewalk and the grass. Unbeknownst to me, the sidewalk was about 2" higher than the ground, so I fell and rolled down the hill, giving myself a nasty gash on the knee in the process. To this day, this event is known as "Bridget's Great Crack Fiasco". :-P
Clobbersaurus:
can't. stop. squeezing. pores. and. popping. zits.
on myself or anyone else that lets me. it was getting pretty bad for a while but i've been able to curb it by keeping mirrors is hard to reach places, or dim lighting, as well as arguments with my current bf, and it has since calmed down to where it doesn't interfere with life (or more specifically, conversation. i'd be paying more attention to a black head on someone's face than what they were saying to me, and out of nowhere ask "can i squeeze that?")
at its worst i felt like i was going to go crazy and feel physically ill if i didn't squeeze the offending pore or zit. there's also something erotic to it that i can't really explain, but it definetly never translated into some wierd fetish or anything. i just felt as ease and more intimate doing so, so it became an obsession to find people willing to let me pop them. also at its worst, i stayed in a not-so-beneficial relationship mainly because that person let me pop their pores. i would be more excited to see what new black heads this person had than actually seeing him... so yeah, it was pretty bad.
i still love to do it, and my current bf lets me pop him, and it is regulated so that my pincer-like fingers dont get too squeeze-happy.
and yes, i visit that zit fetish blog on LJ. afjsldkjflkajsdf :lol:
Neadric:
it takes me about 5 minutes to set the alarm clock every night because 1 time it didn't go off. so i have to make sure that my phone is charging (i use cell phone for alarm) that the alarm is on, and that it's on for the correct time, then i gotta make sure its not set on vibrate... yea and if i don't do it i can't fall asleep :|
also at the helpdesk i work at we have to sign off our phones, one day i didnt sign off for the weekend. so now i have to say "sign off" about 37 times out loud while signing on and off before i can leave for the day without thinking about it.
once i start cleaning, i cannot stop. i mean that literally when i used to live with my parents, i would start cleaning my room and i would wind up cleaning the whole house. when i do it at my house now where i live with 3 roomies i have to distract myself with some other activity after i finish cleaning my room so that i don't start cleaning our townhouse.
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