I had an experience this weekend that really opened my eyes about the progress I’ve made with my OCD. I’ve talked at great lengths openly and honestly here about my OCD diagnosis and how it has affected my life. I’ve shared in details with my online tribe how it makes me feel and how misunderstood OCD is. BUT I don’t talk about it a lot in my private life. It’s so much harder to explain to someone standing in front of you how OCD really is. It feels very…exposed… and it makes me feel very vulnerable.
This past weekend I went to check the mail and noticed my neighbor who is moving soon standing in her driveway. I waved…she waved and then a bit of chatter started up. We talked about her having a potential yard sale and about why she is moving. We gabbed for a few and then she started talking about her (adult) daughter. She pretty well told me her daughters whole life story and how stressed this move is making her..but then she said….
She is OCD about that and she…..
I couldn’t help myself. I interrupted. ‘Is she really OCD, like diagnosed or are you saying she is particular? Because I have OCD.’
I wasn’t snarky. I wasn’t rude. I didn’t say it in a bitchy way. I just flat out said it.
She stopped and said, ‘She isn’t diagnosed. She should be. She’s seeing someone about it’
The conversation moved on a bit but looped back…
She asked me when I was diagnosed. I told her. She asked me what kind of OCD I had. I told her.
We moved on again to something else and then she brought it back up.
She asked me if I took medication for it. I told her. I also explained that there is no cure for OCD. No magic pill. That some people take anti anxiety meds for it, but there is no OCD pill.
She was interested and probably shared more about her daughter than she should have, but it will never go further than me.
Does her daughter have OCD? Maybe.
Did I stand in my truth? Hell yes.
Not only did I own my OCD, but I shared my story. Not all of it, but enough of it. I did it without feeling like I was going to break down. I did it with peace in my heart and strength in my voice. I educated someone who probably needed a little more info than she had. I did all of this with NO shame and ya know what? I walked away from that conversation with so much pride and a new found understanding of how far I’ve come from a life controlled by OCD.
I owned my OCD…Like a boss.
Thanks for reading~