What does OCD feel like?
Your stories - OCD
Hi, I’m Mel. I’m 28 years old and have experienced OCD for the last 20 years. I’m a social media executive and also run Geek Magnifique. In honour of OCD Week, and because I’ve recently started seeing a new counsellor, I wanted to share a few of my experiences of having OCD
I’ve struggled with OCD since I was around eight or nine years old. Initially it was very ritual based. I would lie awake at night forcing myself to count to 100 without any interruption from the outside world. If a dog barked, or a car went past, I had to start from zero. Sometimes this would take hours. I’d feel hot, clammy and frustrated. I wanted so badly to sleep but wouldn’t let myself until I’d reached 100. Often my mum would come into my room to find me crying, big loud sobs of frustration.
For me that feeling was like trying to thread a needle. That queasy sensation you can sometimes get when you’re trying to do something fiddly that requires a lot of concentration.
An overwhelming wave of confusion and panic would usually crash over me as I tried to organise my scattered mind, and grab hold of a solid thought to bring me back to reality.
Looking back, I have no idea why I felt like I had to do any of those things. You hear a lot about people with OCD carrying out their rituals to stop something bad happening to their loved ones. I felt no such responsibility. My counsellor suggested it was maybe a way for me to have a sense of control, at a time in my life when control was slipping through my fingertips.
As well as counting, there were certain words I had to say at particular times, or thoughts I needed to think before I could start talking. If someone ‘interrupted’ me I’d lose my temper or cry. Of course, no-one understood why.
Soon my compulsions became more about cleanliness, rooted in an overwhelming fear of contamination. While other children played in sandboxes, or rolled around in the grass, I stood back, hating the feel of anything dirty on me. The compulsive hand washing came soon after, a habit which I never managed to break.
Right now my hands are sore from over-washing. I have an itch on my nose I’m fighting the urge to scratch, because I haven’t washed my hands, and I can’t touch my face without doing that first. I feel uncomfortable, irritable and drained from the effort of fighting my natural instincts.
OCD can be debilitating, and I’m so grateful that mine hasn’t reached that point. A few months ago however, I could see it beginning to spiral. The reality of how bad I’d become shocked me so much it was a large part of the reason I decided to start taking medication.
“Having OCD is like always being on high alert, forever watching for potential threats or signs of things I perceive as dangerous. After a day of constantly checking my surroundings, making a mental note of areas not to touch and inspecting anything I eat for signs of contamination, I’m normally exhausted.”
By this point, hand washing had quickly led to showering every time I used the bathroom. While working from home I was showering up to eight times a day. As a result I often developed rashes and itchy patches of eczema on my arms.
My way to avoid compulsive showering eventually became going to the bathroom as little as possible. I stopped drinking water, which meant I often suffered from headaches, fatigue and dry, cracked lips.
My counsellor asked me if there’s ever a time when I actually feel clean. It was the first time I’d stopped to think about this and I realised that no, I never feel clean. There’s a brief period of time while I’m in the shower, but other than that, I always feel dirty.
Sometimes the dirt feels like a weight pulling me down. Other times it just feels like a thin layer of grime on my skin. Sometimes it’s hot, or itchy. I thought everyone felt like that. I only learned recently that’s not true.
Deep down I know I don’t need to do half the things I do, yet I believe with 100% certainty that I’m just doing what I have to do to keep myself safe.
Most people go about their day-to-day lives without giving much thought to small tasks like preparing a snack, or going to the bathroom. For someone with OCD these things can use up all the energy they have. On some days I’ve felt too drained or overwhelmed to eat and have reached the evening feeling tearful and hungry.
It makes me feel weak.
Do you remember the old Dettol advert with the neon bacteria on the woman’s hand? It was supposed to demonstrate how quick and easy it is to spread germs.
That advert is my life. I see those neon pink handprints everywhere, growing and spreading. I’m aware of how this all sounds. Believe me, that’s the worst thing about OCD. I know I’m not behaving rationally.
If you want a better understanding of what it’s like living with OCD I highly recommend Holly Bourne’s book, Am I Normal Yet? She captures the mind-set of someone experiencing OCD so perfectly that at times I thought she’d peered right inside my head.
There are so many forms of OCD and not everyone’s experiences will be like mine. For those that don’t have OCD I hope this post helps to illustrate that it is so much more than liking your pens lined up neatly, or keeping your house tidy.
If you would like to read more of Mel's blogs, you can find her at http://geekmagnifique.co.uk/ or you can follow her on Twitter via @geekmagnifique