I’m in the twelfth grade, around 18 years of age. I’ve been dealing with an immense amount of anxiety since last summer and I was wondering if my experience sounds like obsessive compulsive disorder. I know this isn’t the place for a real diagnosis but I’m considering seeing a therapist soon and getting a real diagnosis.
In the summer before 8th grade, one day I felt guilty about this one time a year earlier I shorted an electrical outlet in my bedroom from messing around with it and lied to my parent about how it happened. But strangely I had this reaction to bury that thought instead of accept it. Every time it crossed my mind I became conscious of it and it furthered that reaction to bury it and try not to think about it until it was just a flat out obsession. And the thought that was giving me anxiety shifted from guilt over lying about the electrical outlet to simply the awareness of this obsession/anxiety in and of itself. One day I ate a hard boiled egg and obsessed all day because I felt like I couldn’t get the chalky yolk out the back of my throat. And one day I became conscious of things like breathing and blinking and thought “what if these processes get stuck on ‘manual-mode?’” Every time I became aware of my anxiety again I would have this “aha” moment and feel anxious and try not to think about it, which just made me think about it more.
Luckily, after a couple months, all that went away. I forgot about it day to day. But last June, on the first day of summer , I was chilling out in the garage watching TV when I remembered this ordeal. Part of me thought “what if it happens again?” And so I felt anxious. And I tried to bury it. And I noticed it every time I remembered my anxiety again. And so after two weeks I was in a deep state of anxiety since I felt I couldn’t shake this awareness of anxiety for more than a minute at a time.
Eventually it got a little better. One day I was reading something on my phone and I looked at the clock and I thought “wow, it’s been 10 minutes since I thought about that anxiety thing” Then I thought, “don’t look at the clock.” All the sudden clocks became the trigger for my anxiety. I didn’t want to use electronics because they have a clock on the screen at all times. I didn’t wear a watch for a month.
For the most part, the single intrusive thought that’s been tormenting me for 9 months is just an awareness of this whole ordeal. Not particularly scary, but I feel like I always have that unproductive reaction that tells me “don’t think about it, and remember it as soon as your mind slips onto something else.” So I’m always searching for distractions, and I avoid situations that allow me to do too much thinking. I scroll on my phone for hours at at time. I get good grades, but I’ve been avoiding boring homework assignments for fear that I won’t be able to focus on anything but that anxious obsessing.
Some days are better than others. Today has been no good. I’m sick of being so hyper vigilant on my thoughts that I notice as soon as my mind shifts to anything other than anxiety. Yesterday I tried going on a bike ride instead of scrolling on my phone. Instead I just obsessed over this whole ordeal during the bike ride. Now I don’t feel like doing that again.
All I want is to be able to go a decent chunk of time focusing on other things and not remembering all this. But I feel like that attitude, the fear of remembering this ordeal, is why it pops up in my head constantly. Something has to change though, because it’s been really severe the last 9 months. It feels like my life will never be the same. How do you dig yourself out of a severe obsession?
On one hand, I feel like my experience is different from what I usually think of as OCD, like intrusive thoughts about germs or intrusive thoughts about harming someone. I don’t care about germs. I don’t fear harming anyone. But one thing is for sure, which is that I have obsessive intrusive thoughts that cause me a great deal of anxiety. Those thoughts, though, literally are just an awareness of anxiety that I try to avoid so hard that I become so aware of my own thoughts until I can’t think about anything else. My parents have been willing to listen to me and offer help, but I don’t think they really understand the severity. In any case, I’ll probably ask soon to start therapy.
Anyway, I’m hanging in there. What do you all think? Have any of you had a similar experience. And do you think therapy is something that will help me? (I’m guessing yes)
Thanks for your time and wishing you all the best on your own personal journeys. 🙂