#OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER

[cowsabungus]

I want that cute little "omg I'm SOOOOO OCD" type OCD people "have" bc I just had a break down about a spoon and couldn't eat my dinner THE DINNER I SPENT 1 1/2 HOURS ON give me the organising-highlighters-by-colour

[winterstonecries]

are compulsions and intrusive thoughts dissociative?

Lynda Shirar, Dissociative Children

[the-fictive-haven]

Stop making up arbitrary deadlines. Stop it.

Nothing bad is going to happen if you don't put away that thing that's needed to be put away for a while.

Nothing bad is going to happen if you don't do this specific chore in the next 24 hours.

Nothing bad is going to happen if you don't do anything in the next 24 hours.

The brain thinks itself flawless and that in and of itself should be enough to tell you that the brain can and will be wrong.

Stop making up arbitrary deadlines. You have time.

[somesecretpie]

Greetings bugs and worms!

This comic is a little different than what I usually do but I worked real hard on it—Maybe I'll make more infographic stuff in the future this ended up being fun. Hope you learned something new :)

If you are still curious and want to learn more about OCD, you can visit the International OCD Foundation's website. I also recommend this amazing TED ED video "Starving The Monster", which was my first introduction to the disorder and this video by John Green about his own experience with OCD.

The IOCDF's website can also help you find support groups, therapy, and has lots of online guides and resources as well if you or a loved one is struggling with the disorder. It is very comprehensive!

Reblog to teach your followers about OCD

(But also not reblogging doesn't make you evil, silly goose)

[housegoblin]

let's get burgers 48 "air conditioner"

[neurodiversitysci]

Ok, so you know how sometimes you read something that stabs you in the chest with how painfully perfectly it describes your life but it's wonderful and you want to hang onto it forever? Yeah...

“It means,��� he said, slowly, “that I am never sure if I am doing it right. Anything. Speaking. Sitting. Replying to texts. Answering phones. Not answering phones. Remembering to say good morning when I walk into a room even though I’ve already seen the person earlier in the corridor and we nodded, so I assumed that covered it.”

...“It means I rehearse every conversation before it happens and then rewrite it in my head for hours afterward, wondering if I was rude or confusing or... wrong. And usually I was.”

... “It means sounds are loud, John. Not just annoying. Not just inconvenient. Loud. Like nails in the brain. And lights are too bright and clothes are too itchy and some people chew like war crimes. And I know - I know - I sound mad when I say that. But I notice everything, and I can’t stop noticing, and when people say I’m too sensitive, what they mean is that my senses are a fault in the wiring.”

... “It means that I am always calibrating. Calibrating my face, my voice, my hands. Making sure my posture is readable but not arrogant. Making sure my jokes are human enough to be liked but clever enough to pass as mine. Making sure I don’t say the wrong thing, which I always do anyway, because by the time I’ve worked out what would be right it’s already too late.”

... “It means I don’t know how to be me in a way that doesn’t bother everyone else.”

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“Why am I working this hard to live in a world that doesn’t want me in it unless I perform a very specific version of brilliance and shut up the rest of the time?”

“I’m tired of pretending. Of fighting every instinct. Of scanning every word for acceptable intonation.”

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“I should’ve asked. I just thought if you needed help, you’d say.”

Sherlock huffed. “I thought if I needed help, it meant I’d failed.”

__________

“Oh yes. The charming genius. The troubled savant. Easy to love in fiction. Less fun at breakfast.”

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“Then I must be supposed to be perfect.”

“Why?” John asked. “Why perfect?”

Sherlock hesitated. Then: “Because otherwise I’m just... difficult. Without value."

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(Also, this is OCD as I've never seen it before -- less about compulsive nearness or ritual checking, and more about the brain screaming at you that something is Wrong or Unfinished. Which is surprisingly relatable).

John is delightful. The therapist is wonderful. It's moving seeing them say healing things Sherlock needed to hear, and maybe I need to hear, too.

Oh, also, the fic is funny.

Thanks for making me feel seen, and showing me new perspectives, Bee!

After Mary is deported after it turns out she was never pregnant, John moves back to Baker Street. All should be well. Sherlock is solving crimes, the milk no longer tries to kill him, and John is where he is supposed to be. So why does everything still feel wrong?

A biting comment from Donovan sparks an inconvenient thought that just won't be silenced - what if he doesn't know himself as well as he should? What if a deeper understanding could make things feel right? As Sherlock stumbles through OCD diagnosis, therapy, and the shocking realization that he might actually want to feel better, the people around him begin to notice - some sooner than others.

20,000 words, Johnlock friends-to-lovers, little sprinkles of angst because ERP therapy is a biiiiiiitch, but also lots of fluff and a happy ending. Enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66054655/chapters/170217577

[smoov-criminal]

OCD symptom i struggle with but don't see talked about a lot: inability to trust your own memory and/or perception.

as an example: i put my headphones in my bag. i say im sure they're in my bag, but what if i imagined putting them in my bag? i have to check, so i stick my hand inside and grab them. but then i have to check *again* because what if i just so happened to have another object shaped and sized exactly like my headphones that i just forgot about? so i have to pull them out of my bag and look directly at them to fully confirm they were in my bag

this is a fairly benign example but this also happens with other worse scenarios for me and it's. not fun

[bisexualseraphim]

Being on the internet with OCD is like “I want to post a picture of my outfit because I look bomb but what if my full address and National Insurance number is written in the reflection of this random public bathroom mirror and I didn’t notice”

[goodluckdetective]

Look, this is what moral OCD is like for me:

I walk past a piece of paper. I don’t pick it up because I had a long day at work and it’s very cold outside. This then becomes my internal monologue:

I didn’t pick up that piece of paper, I should have. Don’t I care about the environment? It’s not my trash, I shouldn’t have to pick it up. But also that’s how these things happen right? We place the blame on others as our environment degrades. It was just a piece of paper, it’s not like it can do that much damage. But also how do I know: I’m not an environmental expert. Maybe stray paper scraps are killing the frogs. You’re literally killing the frogs. You should look up how many frogs die a year so you know how shitty you are-No stop it.

I care about the environment, and I recycle and I joined green activism movements but is that enough? I could be doing more. I should be doing more. I should donate my entire check to charity. But isn’t it self serving to think that my one check could help that much? Do I really think I’m that important, how self entitled and-no stop it, reset! You are obsessing and if you fall for it, you will not eat dinner. Let it go.

Okay it’s just a piece of paper. It’s okay you skipped it this once: it could have had something dangerous on it. Yeah that makes sense. But also, that means I’m putting my own safety over trying to help the environment, which is very selfish of me. I’m just one shitty person: god how could I be so self absorbed. I should have picked up the piece of paper. I’m so selfish, and shitty and-no, no, stop it! This is not helpful. It’s fine.

It’s been a long day and I’m cold, that’s not a crime- no that’s being selfish again, you’re making excuses. You’re just a lazy piece of shit who doesn’t care about others, and selfish and God the fact you’re thinking this much about one piece of paper shows how selfish you are, you care more about if you’re a good person than anything else, you’re a piece of shit, you’re a piece of shit, YOU’RE A PIECE OF SHIT.

I get home and open up Tumblr. The first post I see says “if you don’t reblog this post about the environment you’re as complicit as an oil billionaire.” I close my computer and resign myself to looking up the state frog populations until I go to bed.

I don’t eat dinner.

The amount of frogs that die a year is somewhere from 200 million to over 1 billion.

[autopsyfreak]

‘letting my intrusive thoughts win’

shut the fuck up.

you’re referring to impulsive thoughts, intrusive thoughts are undesirable and often horrific for the person experiencing them. you dyeing your hair randomly is not an intrusive thought.

if i let my intrusive thoughts dictate my actions, id be in jail for a long fucking time.

[sunderingstars]

ocd is literally just having a guy in your head that torments you with false prophecies & visions

[justjudethoughts]

The hardest part about recovering from Religious OCD is that you are eventually going to have to make the most terrifying leap of faith in the world: to admit that you have done all you can, and trust that God is going to take care of the rest.

For someone who has never experienced OCD, that probably doesn't sound scary at all. But believe me, when you seriously believe that your immortal soul is on the line, that kinda of trust take every last thing you have.

To trust that He wants you in heaven more than you want to be in heaven. To trust that He knows how much you love Him, even when you think that you aren't positive that you love Him. To trust that jumping through hoops isn't what gets you to heaven—His arms are.

For a Catholic, that probably looks like trusting your loved ones when they tell you that you don't need to go to confession. "Okay, but what if I did that time, and it happens to be the ONE time I wasn't obsessing?" 1) the likelihood of that happening is slim to none BUT 2) if it did, do you really think a God Who is love and mercy itself would hold that against you? Don't you know that He knows how confused and scared you are? Don't you know that He knows that you are trusting your loved ones because your brain can't be trusted? Don't you know that He knows that you love Him so much you want to never, ever, ever hurt Him, and you are just trying to be healthy? That is the leap of faith you have to make.

For an Evangelical, it likely looks like doing your best to dismiss questions about whether or not you are saved. You did what you knew to do. You repented, you were baptized, you love God and you are continuing to seek Him out. "But what if I didn't repent right?" --- If you weren't repentant, you wouldn't be worried about it. You love Jesus with everything in you. I know you do. Because if you didn't, you wouldn't be sobbing over the sinner's prayer, trying to say it "correctly." Jesus knows. Jesus knows Your heart, and He came to earth for you, and the misfiring neurons in your brain are not going to be what determines your eternal salvation. He wants you. And you want Him. And that's enough. That's your leap of faith.

And some point, you have to throw your hands in the air and say "Jesus, I did everything I can. I'm scared, and I'm confused, and I don't understand anything, and I don't know what to do anymore. So will you figure it out for me?" And rest in that. Because He will figure it out for you. You don't need to be solving all those mental puzzles. He knows the answers.

He is not mad at you for being confused. He is not upset with you for being scared. He is not angry that you don't have all the answers. Righteousness is not necessarily determined by clarity. He is not impatient with you for being a little lost. He does not begrudge you for your illness.

That is the scariest leap of faith you will ever take. But brothers and sisters, there is freedom on the other side. There is joy on the other side. And Christ will catch you when you jump.

[murderous-bones]

OCD feels a lot like being religious as in you're bound by made up rules that are being enforced by a mysterious entity you can't describe and you will die in a fire if you don't touch that rock again oh god you touched it wrong you're gonna die omg

[eight-littlenightmares]

you know what?? hot take for y’all with OCD.

who gives a shit if you have bad thoughts??? like seriously—

now i do NOT mean that like “nobody cares about you or your mental illness”, i mean that like “you’re not a horrible person”.

i don’t care WHAT you have intrusive thoughts about. i’m serious. THOUGHT CRIME DOES NOT EXIST. so as long as you aren’t out there doing horrible things, it’s okay if you have horrible thoughts.

you have a disorder. and your intrusive thoughts are a symptom of that disorder. the content of your thoughts does not say anything about the quality of your character. you are not a bad person for having a mental disorder.

if you’d like to reblog this, that would be great. i’d love for more people to read this. however it’s also ok if you don’t. (reminder that telling people to reblog or else they’re horrible is very ableist to people with OCD!!)

[vampantheon]

self-soothing, but in an evil, sinister, fucked up way (i huave ocd)