
I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or OCD. While this hasn’t been clinically diagnosed, I’m one hundred percent certain that I do. Let’s start by talking about why, and how I know. I’ll also be fairly open and comment on how this has affected and is affecting my life, so that those of you who may feel that you are suffering from the same illness don’t feel ‘alone’, as it were.
Obsessions
I obsess over most things in my life. Every morning, I have a routine, and if that routine isn’t carried out in the exact way I think it should be carried out, it bothers me. Severely. My hair has to look a certain way, and again if there’s a bit out of place then it’ll bother me. The amount that something bothers me is relative to how much it matters to me - for instance, if my hair is a little out of place, I’ll be a little frustrated but not angered; however, if someone doesn’t act the way I expect them to, I get mad especially if it’s someone important to me. This brings me swiftly onto the next part of my OCD, expectations.
Expectations
I have expectations of literally everything. This is the strongest manifestation of my OCD, and perhaps the most damaging. Absolutely everything in my life I have an expectation over, and if it fails to live upto that, I end up frustrated, or even angry. I expect my phone to work in a certain way, buses to run in a certain way, food to taste a certain way, and (worst of all) I expect specific people to act in very specific ways. As is typical with having such expectations, most of them do not happen. This results in me being angry, and while I rarely have fits of rage over such things, it causes an unbearable and torturing amount of stress. This damages my relationships with people, because I’ve categorised everyone and if they don’t act how I’d like them to act, I treat them badly.
At the end of the day, I simply can’t accept that the world won’t work in the way I want it to. We don’t live in an ideal world, but that’s something that just doesn’t seem to compute with me. I overthink, jump to conclusions, worry, obsess, and over-analyse ridiculously. Absolutely nobody sees the world like I do, and therefore nobody can understand my pain. I’ll be going to see a medical professional about this soon, and I’ll edit this post when I have a final outcome.


