An Intro

Some of you know me well. Some of you don’t. Maybe someone reading doesn’t know me at all. But I’m sharing a big secret with you, one I’ve kept for many years and shared only once I felt brave enough to.

I have obsessive compulsive disorder.

This is accompanied by general anxiety disorder, with a side helping of depression caused by OCD.

No, I don’t mean I’m just neurotic about alphabetizing (I stopped doing that because it was overwhelming) or that I like my kitchen to be in order or that I have one eccentricity. It’s not that I just have sanitizer wherever I go or like to put a seat cover down on a public toilet.

You see, many people say “I’m OCD” casually, without understanding that it is a legitimate disorder that millions of people struggle with. It’s a disorder that takes over your life. It defines everything you do and everything you think. Sometimes it’s hard to separate OCD from one’s own personality.

I’m not upset at people who say it casually. I get it. I don’t believe anyone who says it casually is trying to hurt anyone. But I do know that those of us with real OCD hide behind the jokes. We pretend our compulsions are just funny eccentricities, or we hide them altogether and remain silent for fear that we might be judged. We know you don’t get it. We don’t get OCD either. That’s half the problem.

Obsessive compulsive disorder doesn’t make sense. Basically, in my mind, there are obsessions. These can pop up at any time or be triggered by something. My mind latches on and can’t let go, until I complete a compulsion to “undo” the obsession.


I’m walking down the street. A trash can is on the corner, which I have to walk by in order to get to the subway. People are standing nearby, making the path narrow. As I walk through, I try to avoid the trash can. But after I get past, I wonder if maybe I hit the trash can, even if it was just my bag or the toe of my shoe. This thought consumes me. I stop walking and look back to evaluate. I look at the narrow passageway, trying to determine if I could fit through without touching anything. Then I try to reason that I would have felt myself hit something. But that doesn’t work, because what if the corner of my shoe grazed it, or what if my sweater blew onto it? I try to tell myself it’s fine. I didn’t hit it. I’m fine. I didn’t touch those unclean-looking people either. I walk again.

I stop a few steps later. Maybe I did hit it. Maybe something touched the trash can. Should I go home and change? Where’s my sanitizer? I sanitize my hands with the sanitizer I carry for moments like this. But there’s nothing to sanitize my clothes. I wish I had a wet wipe to take care of my bag. I accept I’m dirty and move on. A few steps later, I use the hand sanitizer again because I can’t shake the idea that I touched the trash can in some way.

Once I reach the platform, I sanitize again. I see something dirty on the train. I sanitize again. This continues all day.

This is an example of a contamination obsession and decontamination compulsions. I see something dirty, and I become obsessed with the idea that somehow I will become contaminated. This contamination could lead to me becoming ill or even dying. No amount of logic will shake this idea. An OCD mind is illogical. In order to calm my anxiety about this, I complete decontamination compulsions. I mentally check what I did and try to convince myself I’m okay. But that doesn’t ease my anxiety, so I move to the physical compulsion of using hand sanitizer. I can’t stop until I believe I have eliminated the germs. But since you can’t really eliminate germs, I never feel completely comfortable.

They call OCD a doubting disorder. It’s perfectly accurate. I doubt so much.

OCD manifests itself in many other ways. As I continue writing in this blog, I’ll share some of the ways with you. I have started therapy for my OCD because I can’t keep struggling like this. It’s hard to enjoy life when you spend every moment consumed by doubt. Compulsions take an enormous amount of time. I know this can be conquered. It’s going to be really, really hard. Harder than anything I’ve ever done. I’ll be doing something called Exposure and Response Prevention therapy. What this means is that slowly, in baby steps, I will purposely expose myself to a situation I fear, and I must resist acting on my compulsions. The idea is to retrain my brain to stop engaging in the compulsions that only serve to increase my anxiety. It’s going to get extreme. So extreme that I’m actually afraid to say some of things I may be doing. But the point is that I’m not normal, so I have to do the abnormal to get over my fear.

I am going to be taking medication. Medication helps with OCD. Some people need meds for life; my goal is to use the meds to get started with therapy and eventually get off the meds as the therapy helps. I tried a drug called Luvox, but the side effects were awful, so I’m hoping to switch back to Prozac, a drug I tried a few years ago that worked to calm my symptoms. You can do this without meds, but the meds really help.

OCD is a biological disorder. I’m not crazy. My brain is just wired differently. Doctors are still trying to figure out what makes the OCD brain tick differently. Serotonin levels seem to have something to do with it, but we aren’t sure why.

There’s a lot to learn about OCD. It has been proven that ERP works. Even though I’m terrified of therapy because I’m afraid to confront my anxiety head-on, I know it can make me better. It will improve my quality of life. I invite you to come along on this journey with me. I’m warning you now: it’s gonna get real in here. I’m not leaving out the gory details, and it’s gonna get gory. Literally. But I can’t leave anything out. I want other people with OCD to find help in this blog. I want them to have a voice. If I can help one person, that will make me so happy.


2 thoughts on “An Intro

  1. I don’t know that it’s possible for me to agree any more with you on what you’ve said here than I already do. I can’t tell you how brave I think you are not only for seeking help but also for chronicling your journey for others who don’t yet have that courage. I’ve worked with several children and adults suffering from this disorder, and I can absolutely say that ERP works. I could say more but I’ll save it for future posts, which I hope to see regularly.

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