New here and from Virginia, USA, Desert Storm veteran living with OCD and PTSD that presented themselves in my adult life after the war.
Although I knew in 1991 that something wasn’t right, I was managing to have a successful life other than my relationships which I have always had trouble maintaining- even with family. I sought help but didn’t really know for what. Lost interest and feeling hopeless which began after my experience during the war was all I could say at the time.
From that point to 2017 any treatment I got was from my primary care (private insurance) doctor who gave me Trazadone which didn’t help my recurring thoughts but did work great for my sleep problems... But in spite of this I managed to slug it out and pressed on to have a successful career although I always seemed to succeed while at the same time making a lot of enemies along the way. My personal relationships were also a mess.
As of 2017, I am on my 4th marriage; have no social life; stay mostly at home; have held multiple careers, including IT Engineer, Network Engineer, Cybersecurity professional, technical trainer, etc.; have been fired from jobs; fought with my managers frequently; and reached a point where my life was just out of control and I couldn’t live with myself any longer.
I’m 2017, I thought I had found some hope when the Veterans Administration finally began treating me. I was also at the time receiving weekly CBT with a private therapist but now also had a VA psychiatrist and therapist that I see regularly. All sounding good, right? My life got much worse!
I am employed by the Department of Defense as a civilian. The same department I served on active duty during the war. So when it was determined that my medical care would require weekly therapy and monthly doctor appointments, not to mention having to deal with the worsening symptoms(due to exhaustion from no treatment over 25 years) and side effects of new medications, I was naive enough to believe that my employer might be a little understanding of my needs and allow me whatever accommodations I needed, but that is not what happened.
Although I can say that I am at least “stable” on my current meds and I did eventually manage to get the accommodations from work that I needed, the fight it took to get there has me now applying for disability retirement at the age of 56 because I simply cannot keep up with the demands required of me any longer.
I feel constantly dizzy on the medications I take so much so that I do not even bother to take my anti-anxiety meds. Just my Fluvoxamine for OCD, Trazadone for sleep, and Nexium for my tummy. All of which have know. Side effects of dizziness, blurred vision, increased risk of falling, warnings about operating motor vehicles, etc. For years I have complained to my doctors and employer that, despite the fact that I have no fear of driving or riding anything, that I constantly battle a swimming head, nausea, and blurred vision- particularly in the mornings but often all day long.
I am told that over time I may “get used to it.” But so far I don’t see any room for fitting any anti-Anxiety meds into my regimen of OCD and sleep medications that, while they are working effectively- have me teetering and tottering like an invalid at times while my brain is still going at light speed...
This is why I began writing this piece... I just want to rest. Not only rest for my body- but to rest my mind! To not have to worry for once about my job, punching a time card, following some stupid process or broken policy or some other thing in my life that just really doesn’t matter... I just want to find happiness and myself again and do let feel that I have room any longer for the rest of the BS in life.
I’ve wondered how others who cope with OCD and PTSD manage? I know some work, but all I’ve met have struggled too. Others have given up or are in situations where they don’t need to worry about their next paycheck... But I have decided that although I can and want to keep working at something, I’m no longer going to live me life for it. Now I just need to figure out a way to keep my home and not destroy all I’ve worked for in life to do it! Welcome to OCD!