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Classmates:*Laughing loudly*
Paranoia: Oh shit fam, they're laughing at you
Me: OR
Me: They're laughing at something funny
Me: Like a joke
Me: Or a story
Me: Or a meme
Paranoia:...
Me: Shit fam, they're laughing at me
oddly specific things that bother me
I am not nearly as bad as I used to be, but still have quite a few small things that trigger obsessive-compulsive thoughts. I can’t stand the sight of band aids, the feeling of feet touching my skin, the numbers on the volume has to be part of a very specific set of numbers, stepping on cracks/lines in pavement or tile, accidentally brushing against someone I don’t know, people that are not in the small group that are allowed to touch my hair touching my hair, and so many other things.
Fall Post-Obsessive Compulsive Thoughts
Dear Obsessive Compulsive Thoughts,
Please go away. I do not need you right now. At the moment I need to focus on my tests, my relationship, my writing, and other things at the moment. I do not understand why you keep plaguing me with fears my relationship will go kaput or that I will not do well. I'm not scared of you. I'm not scared of the thoughts you put in my head. You're fruitless, waste of time and I will not deal the headaches you plague me with on a daily basis. I don't understand why you like giving self prophecies. It's not healthy to do that something who is actually focused on her life and not floating (like I was doing the past two years.) Please go away. Also, please stop reminding me that my clients fired my silently and that it was my fault that the eighth grader didn't do well on his classes. It was two weeks of time, I was still trying to get to know him and understand how he functioned. It isn't fair that his parents had high expectations of me, and they wanted him to get high grades right away. It isn't my fault that kid has reading problems, and his parents coddled him his whole entire life. It isn't my fault that kid should stop acting and focus on his academics first rather than titter it away. It isn't fair for you to make me feel bad for the things that I had no control over. Just go away. You're not wanted in my life.