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2024-08-13 at 7:43 AM UTCThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2024-08-13 at 8:06 AM UTCI know
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2024-08-13 at 9:29 AM UTC
Originally posted by Michael Myers What about you, bud?
Well, he gave me a quiz and he wouldn't tell me my exact # score but implied it was significant. Test had questions like, "do you strongly agree or Strongly disagree" etc. I'm on a great SSRI. I used to bite my nails, near my whole life. No matter what I did, I couldn't stop. Now, the thought of it grosses me out and I haven't even been tempted since I started taking the SSR 5 years ago.
It's pretty bad on some days. Sometimes there's even turrets like outbursts. Other days I don't even notice it. On a bad day, I'll risk being late to work so I can run from my car back to the front door to ensure it is locked. My mind goes, " oh no!, what if the stove got left on? and I have 3 cats!"
Besides over-worrying, my OCD is pretty manageable. I could give a shit if all of the binders are facing the same way or if a picture is crooked.
But if what if I left the vape plugged in charging at home and it blows up? Should I clock out early and check? -
2024-08-13 at 10:29 AM UTC
Originally posted by What_a_Kreep Well, he gave me a quiz and he wouldn't tell me my exact # score but implied it was significant. Test had questions like, "do you strongly agree or Strongly disagree" etc. I'm on a great SSRI. I used to bite my nails, near my whole life. No matter what I did, I couldn't stop. Now, the thought of it grosses me out and I haven't even been tempted since I started taking the SSR 5 years ago.
It's pretty bad on some days. Sometimes there's even turrets like outbursts. Other days I don't even notice it. On a bad day, I'll risk being late to work so I can run from my car back to the front door to ensure it is locked. My mind goes, " oh no!, what if the stove got left on? and I have 3 cats!"
Besides over-worrying, my OCD is pretty manageable. I could give a shit if all of the binders are facing the same way or if a picture is crooked.
But if what if I left the vape plugged in charging at home and it blows up? Should I clock out early and check?
I don't remember the entire process when I got diagnosed but it was just an interview. The doctor literally urged me to get help. It was that bad. I almost went in therapy for it, but I decided against it. My OCD is more like germophobia, so I just tell people I'm a germophobe. It was really bad at one point. I was not allowed to go into my room until I showered. THREE TIMES in a row. And I had to be covered in foam from the soap. If there was no foam or not enough, then it didn't count. I went through a lot of those shampoo bottles for a few years. I also wore gloves to high school and didn't touch my books or bag bare-handed. I didn't shake people's hands either. I also have intrusive thoughts and images. Sometimes really disturbing images stay in my head and it can't get out. Nowadays I can go outside and go into my room without showering, but if there's been an insect or whatever that landed on my head then I have to wash it. I also wash my hands still often a lot. And yeah, when I leave the house I often double-check or triple-check or more to see if the door's actually closed. While it's not OCD, I used to peel the skin off of my lips. A lot of bloody moments were had. Man, what a mess I was. I still am, but not as bad. I have also gotten into altercations with people and some of those turned into fights. I would just shave off all of my hair with a razor blade just so I could clean all the parts where I was touched. And often I didn't know where I was touched exactly, so I just had to wash the entire area multiple times throughout the weeks before I felt clean again. I also get rid of my clothes often if I deem them to be unclean, for instance when I go to college. Then I can't wear those clothes and sit on my couch. My backpack has to be somewhere that doesn't contaminate other things. I also don't touch myself if I'm outside. Even if I have an itch that needs to be scratched. I even don't fight back if something like that happens, as a form of damage control. I think to myself, well I've already been touched once or twice, if I get touched more I have to clean more places. And of course, all the clothes that I wore that day are also unclean. Same goes for any object I touched prior to washing my hands. It's a very frustrating thing to deal with.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2024-08-13 at 10:35 AM UTCThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2024-08-13 at 10:38 AM UTCRight, right. This thread was about Risir, not my mental illness. My bad.
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2024-08-13 at 10:41 AM UTC
Originally posted by Michael Myers I don't remember the entire process when I got diagnosed but it was just an interview. The doctor literally urged me to get help. It was that bad. I almost went in therapy for it, but I decided against it. My OCD is more like germophobia, so I just tell people I'm a germophobe. It was really bad at one point. I was not allowed to go into my room until I showered. THREE TIMES in a row. And I had to be covered in foam from the soap. If there was no foam or not enough, then it didn't count. I went through a lot of those shampoo bottles for a few years. I also wore gloves to high school and didn't touch my books or bag bare-handed. I didn't shake people's hands either. I also have intrusive thoughts and images. Sometimes really disturbing images stay in my head and it can't get out. Nowadays I can go outside and go into my room without showering, but if there's been an insect or whatever that landed on my head then I have to wash it. I also wash my hands still often a lot. And yeah, when I leave the house I often double-check or triple-check or more to see if the door's actually closed. While it's not OCD, I used to peel the skin off of my lips. A lot of bloody moments were had. Man, what a mess I was. I still am, but not as bad. I have also gotten into altercations with people and some of those turned into fights. I would just shave off all of my hair with a razor blade just so I could clean all the parts where I was touched. And often I didn't know where I was touched exactly, so I just had to wash the entire area multiple times throughout the weeks before I felt clean again. I also get rid of my clothes often if I deem them to be unclean, for instance when I go to college. Then I can't wear those clothes and sit on my couch. My backpack has to be somewhere that doesn't contaminate other things. I also don't touch myself if I'm outside. Even if I have an itch that needs to be scratched. I even don't fight back if something like that happens, as a form of damage control. I think to myself, well I've already been touched once or twice, if I get touched more I have to clean more places. And of course, all the clothes that I wore that day are also unclean. Same goes for any object I touched prior to washing my hands. It's a very frustrating thing to deal with.
Wow, that's insane, hope you are at least somewhat better now. I remember I went through a germaphobe stage and used to wash my hands all the time. -
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2024-08-13 at 11:15 AM UTCThe Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo, or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey—
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter—
But all of them sensible everyday names,
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular,
A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum—
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover—
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular name.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
