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Barlow suggests that what separates OCD from other anxiety disorders is that people come to believe that certain kinds of thoughts are dangerous in themselves. In other words, if I think certain thoughts either the events will happen, or I truly am the kind of person who would actually do such things.
… Scrupulosity fits this picture perfectly. People with scruples believe, “If I have this thought, image or impulse, I must be that kind of person or willing to do those things.” The person then focuses on religious statements about the importance of a “clean” mind or a “pure spirit.” Further, God knows what is in our hearts.
The Doubting Disease, Help for Scrupulosity and Religious Compulsions - Joesph W. Ciarrocchi
Get Out Of Your Head Quote By Colleen McCarty, “I'm tired of being inside my head. I want to live out here, with you.” Colleen McCarty, - Mounting The Whale
The first time I saw her.. Everything in my head went quiet. All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. Even in bed, I’m thinking: Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I wash my hands? Yes. Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I wash my hands? Yes. But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.. Or the eyelash on her cheek— the eyelash on her cheek— the eyelash on her cheek. I knew I had to talk to her. I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her.. But she loved it. She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day. She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times. I’d always watch her mouth when she talked— when she talked— when she talked— when she talked; when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her. But then.. She said I was taking up too much of her time. That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work.. When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.. When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.. And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but.. How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her? Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. I see myself crushed my an endless succession of cars.. And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.. How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe. How she blows out candles— blows out candles— blows out candles— blows out candles— blows out—…. Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once—he doesn’t care if it’s perfect! I want her back so bad.. I leave the door unlocked. I leave the lights on.
"OCD" by Neil Hilborn
“OCD is not a disease that bothers; it is a disease that tortures.”
J.J. Keeler, I Hardly Ever Wash My Hands: The Other Side of OCD
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emma pillsbury. <3
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i've definitely cleaned my soap before >.< ... and gotten rid of soap that didn't feel clean. sigh! i feel ya, danny.
Leonard: Relax, it's just a dirty sock. Sheldon: How on earth can you say "dirty sock" and "relax" in the same sentence?
The Big Bang Theory