The thing about constantly being afraid that someone or something is contaminated is that it often overrides my ability to be polite. When I first started dating my now husband, I wasn’t always able to put my best face forward because I was too busy asking him to keep his shoulder bag away from sofa and demanding that he wash his hands. Not being an expert in contamination OCD at the time, John found the implication that my stuff was clean and his possessions were gross to be rather hurtful. And you know what? He was right.
I love this post!! I appreciate this nuance so much. I am navigating some major trauma paired with lifelong OCD and it does impact my relationships AND I have people in my life who make adjustments and love me well, even when I do things they find frustrating or annoying
nah, i dont buy it. it's a choice to be a control freak and dr google a supratentorial diagnosis and crack that whip and make everyone indulge you. know how long the waiting list is for a telehealth chat with a mfcc intern in eugene?
I sincerely promise you as a 63 yo senior living in an apartment where the only cleaning agent is 1/4"of plain wrap dish liquid and one bar of similarly plain wrap soap it's unlikely the cooties will get ypu.
you choose to indulge these behaviors. you have oodles of privilege and probably are EXCEPTIONALLY WELL NOURISHED. just freakin get over yourself live in a Conestoga hut homeless encampment for a week. be amazed at how sublime a pbj eaten out of doors tastes.
Guess what? You'll survive. skin is an amazing barrier.
it takes a freakin' lot to kill an obese human who lives in their tortured head.
Ohohoho boy. This sure resonates with me. All that well-meaning advice to share everything with my loved ones? Absolutely not! My feelings are, in fact, too big! For me AND others. Practicality is the name of the game.
I love this post!! I appreciate this nuance so much. I am navigating some major trauma paired with lifelong OCD and it does impact my relationships AND I have people in my life who make adjustments and love me well, even when I do things they find frustrating or annoying
So well expressed. I'm feeling VERY enthusiastically appreciative that you've written such a piece. I relate to it tremendously.
This is actually a really helpful framing and let me breathe out a sigh of relief.
Love is about accepting people for who they are.
nah, i dont buy it. it's a choice to be a control freak and dr google a supratentorial diagnosis and crack that whip and make everyone indulge you. know how long the waiting list is for a telehealth chat with a mfcc intern in eugene?
I sincerely promise you as a 63 yo senior living in an apartment where the only cleaning agent is 1/4"of plain wrap dish liquid and one bar of similarly plain wrap soap it's unlikely the cooties will get ypu.
you choose to indulge these behaviors. you have oodles of privilege and probably are EXCEPTIONALLY WELL NOURISHED. just freakin get over yourself live in a Conestoga hut homeless encampment for a week. be amazed at how sublime a pbj eaten out of doors tastes.
Guess what? You'll survive. skin is an amazing barrier.
it takes a freakin' lot to kill an obese human who lives in their tortured head.
i love it when the people inside my phone just get it!!! thank you for putting words to all of this <3
dear allison,
another banger! thank you as always for sharing! some of my fave nuggets from this piece:
"being annoyed for sixty seconds really isn’t that big of a deal."
"remember, everyone is annoying sometimes, whether it be mental health related or not."
and
"I happen to be pretty funny with very soft skin"
wonderful points, all! thank you for sharing!
love
myq
Ohohoho boy. This sure resonates with me. All that well-meaning advice to share everything with my loved ones? Absolutely not! My feelings are, in fact, too big! For me AND others. Practicality is the name of the game.