I get an idea in my head and I won’t let it go. Right or wrong I ride it out. Whether I know the end result will only be disappointment or not. No one sees that side of OCD. It’s why I’m typing now. I wanted to go do other things, but I feeling the overwhelming urge to write, to share, to express myself. I hate suffering like this, at times. At other times it’s comforting, the forced repetition. It brings peace, even if the end result is negative. The media I have seen on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder displays that obsession of repetition in physically obvious manner, like Michael J. Fox showed us in the show Scrubs season 3 episodes “My Catalyst” and “My Porcelain God”. In those it shows him washing his hands over and over uncontrollably. That is what goes on in our minds. Thoughts that must be seen to completion every time, whether we want them to or not. It can hurt us in SO many ways. For me, it’s financially. My obsession is spending. Or, to be more specific, instant gratification. Gambling, needless collectables, and worse, digital goods and game services. I know my disorder, how to identify it, how to explain it, but not how to control it. I do know that until I worked through my depression, I would not be able to move forward with trying to tackle OCD. This blog and especially those of you that read often and show it have been a major catalyst in healing. I feel I need to share my story, in case someone does not know what’s happening to them. A type of anchor for the other broken souls, the Disorderlies(not trademarked, just amusing. You are not trapped in your disorder forever. There are people, just like me, out there that are looking for ways to help you, and I.
I had planned on sharing my full story that I have uncovered recently or seemingly unearthed, for there are skeletons I would not ever like to see again, but I want to show you my scars. Maybe if you see mine, you will see you are not forgotten and not unknown.
I was abused both physically and mentally in my early years by a babe sitter and her twin daughters. I was a latch key kid, alone more often than not. Later in school years I was bullied and became an outcast. Although I met some of the best people I have ever know there. I made a cascade of bad choices. I tried to right myself by joining the United States Air Force, but I was far too damaged to succeed. By then my OCD had become a life altering impediment. I could not stop spending, even knowing I would fail in doing so. I did not know what was happening to me. All I knew is that I had failed. Not really understanding why. That is also where I met the 4th worst human ever in my life. She destroyed all that was good and light inside me by cheating on me time after time. But I was too obsessed with having a relationship to stop seeing her. She then got pregnant and life got more complicated then I could comprehend. After nearly a decade of being a dark soul, emotionally hurting people I never wanted to Only a few true friends remain in my life from those horrible years, that I see as the most fun I have ever had. Only when I reflect on my actions of those days do I regret some of my choices. I ripped myself out of that life at age 30, bringing with me my son and soon to be wife. The going was rough, to say the least, because I as far from healed then. That’s when my OCD actually helped me through impossible times. My job has been the ultimate physical repetition. I stand in the same place I did when I started 13 years ago. I cook the same food I did all those years ago, with only minor alterations. It’s how I survived those most depressed years. It took my mid life crisis striking me earlier this year, just after turning 43, that I have really started dealing with all of the things I have just shared with all of you. There are layers upon layers to how the depression started to lift and music, family, friends, my job, and a few other things I can’t talk about, yet, have helped me through the darkest hours. I would have had a complete nervous breakdown, had it not been through constant introspection. Through that introspection I discovered my complete and total belief in God and his miracles. I hope by message can help others to break through their own darkness and hopelessness. I have faith it will, when you are ready to hear it, or rather read it. Until next time, peace to you and yours.