John said something that shocked me the other night. He had just listened to an episode of the podcast Terrible, Thanks For Asking featuring me and my mom. We had come on the show mainly for my mom to talk about what it was like raising a child with mental illness because I’ve had OCD since I was four. Recording the show a few months ago was an emotional experience. I don’t remember much of my childhood so it’s always wild to hear how bad my symptoms were when I was growing up. I thought that John would come away from listening thinking of me as more fucked up than he had previously realized. Instead, he said something along the lines of, “I don’t think your OCD really interferes with our lives that much.” If I wasn’t afraid to touch the floor in clean clothes, I would have fainted.
I’m so happy for you! I’m going to share this post with my bf. My brain was being very loud last night and he kept asking me to share what I was thinking about so I could just get it out. I told him the things I was thinking were so unreasonable and unfair that it would be more harmful than helpful to share certain intrusive thoughts. I want so badly for him to know me, but over time I’ve realized he knows ME even if he doesn’t know the ins and outs of all my intrusive thoughts. He knows Me better than It and I love that for us 💜
I’m so happy for you! I’m going to share this post with my bf. My brain was being very loud last night and he kept asking me to share what I was thinking about so I could just get it out. I told him the things I was thinking were so unreasonable and unfair that it would be more harmful than helpful to share certain intrusive thoughts. I want so badly for him to know me, but over time I’ve realized he knows ME even if he doesn’t know the ins and outs of all my intrusive thoughts. He knows Me better than It and I love that for us 💜
I love this!! It is so relatable and helpful to read!! Sending love to both of you! xoxo A