Dear Anne, If I suffered periods of depression/despair, but had good times in between, it would be different. I am so very tired of living in fear, and to be honest, Anne, it's all I've ever known. I think if surgery didn't work I would opt for Switzerland, that's if they are still taking people like me, I believe they have begun to tighten up on who they will help.
I have always felt I am a burden to my family. I was so ill as a child and my mother did not want me around. I know I caused my father such distress. These days it’s my husband and daughter I am affecting. I am certainly not prepared to ruin my daughter’s life as well. It was hard enough for her when she was a child, she certainly shouldn’t be tied to a neurotic mother for life.
As to the surgery taking away my hobbies. I really am so restricted now, because of the OCD, that I have none. I tried to venture out and experience events which I believed I would enjoy, but the pain and fear far outweighed any brief pleasure. A trip to Amsterdam to hear my favourite orchestra was disastrous. I was a very keen gardener, when my OCD was purely the obsessional kind, without compulsions. Now I am terrified of the soil and struggle to walk down my garden. I haven’t done so for four years. I felt my clarinet was contaminated and avoided if for years. When I began attending concerts, I forced myself to play my clarinet daily. After a year, I was still trembling with anxiety and eventually I admitted defeat. One way of playing vibrato without any conscious effort!
So, for me, if I lost all interest in concert-going and my garden, it wouldn’t matter. In fact, it would be a blessing, because now I mourn the loss of such pleasures and deeply wish I could participate in my hobbies. Those who have changed through surgery don’t appear to hanker for what they once enjoyed, they are merely perplexed that something they knew they once loved, no longer has the slightest appeal. I did joke with a doctor (who was very pro surgery) that I might lose my love of music. I said I could always switch the pacemaker off to listen to it and turn it back on afterwards. He laughed and nodded. I was joking, but actually I do wonder if it would be possible to control our obsessions in that way, and be able to revert to how we were with the flick of a switch. It doesn’t seem so far-fetched!
Anne, as you described with your husband, there’s no guarantee how changes in the brain will affect us. I suppose it comes down to what quality of life a person has, whether they would choose to undergo potentially character changing (and life-threatening) surgery. I am so reluctant to describe the depth of my problem, because it sounds as if I am attention-seeking or fishing for sympathy, and I am truly doing neither. I am merely being honest and explaining why I would be prepared to do almost anything to change.
As to ‘character changing’ this makes me contemplate something a fellow OCD sufferer said. This probably goes against so much of what others here would agree with, and some might find it offensive. But, my friend pointed out that she found it hard to know what was OCD and what was personality, as the two merged somewhat. Yes, she knows her fears and cleaning rituals are OCD, but so many things could be classed as personality. This person has a friend who doesn’t have OCD, but she has an obsessional personality. Both woman have immaculately clean homes and there seems to be a very fine line between the two. The differences are more apparent when the OCD is extreme.
Trudy, It’s possibly wrong of me, but I never saw anything offensive with the way the doctors spoke about patients in hospital. No, they wouldn’t say they had a ‘heart attack’ but they often used to say they had a ‘myocardial infarction’ which of course is the same thing, and I dare say that way of referring to patients still goes on. Some who spoke that way were very compassionate towards their patients, and as long as they were it didn’t matter to me.
In Frederick Toates’ book, he continually refers to the ‘obsessional’. This never bothered me, and as an ‘obsessional’ himself, he obviously doesn’t mind the label. I did ask him what the difference was between an obsessional personality and an obsessional personality disorder (or OCPD). His reply was that the second invariably lives alone! Again, this does reinforce my friend’s opinion that our OCD and our personality can be intertwined.
Cuthbert, I admire you, but I am afraid I don’t deeply respect religious beliefs when they spout nonsense about psychiatric illnesses. I have witnessed the damage some have done. Two friends and I have been told to throw away our medication, read the Bible daily and repent. We were also told to avoid psychiatrists. I pointed out to one priest that he accepted that insulin should be administered to diabetics and yet would not accept a chemical to correct an imbalance in the brain. Why these otherwise intelligent people can still believe that mental illness is due to demonic forces, I don’t know. I am all for respecting others’ views when they don’t cause damage, but when they do I really struggle.
Thirty years ago, I was very vulnerable, and quite gullible. I was seeking relief from the mental pain, and when doctors failed to provide it I searched in many other places. An American evangelist promised a cure. First, he had to discover what sin had caused my affliction. He delved into my past, asking the usual questions about abuse of drugs or alcohol and sex before marriage, but came up with nothing. He then asked about my mother and as soon as he heard she had once read Tarot cards he had his answer. This man nearly pushed me over the edge, claiming Satan was at work within me, stating that I must avoid all doctors and trust in Jesus. The Old Testament read like a horror story to me at that time and I developed new obsessions on top of the old. Fortunately, I was rescued by my doctor and escaped the brainwashing of this man. Others are not as lucky.
Love, Tricia.