Someone I know asked me to post this on the forum.
It is a very sad story and I have no reason to doubt it. I have posted it here exactly as it was sent to me except that I have changed the spelling of a few words to satisfy the moderators, but I am sure you will understand the meaning.
The person has asked me for confidentiality therefore I will not give names or any other personal details.
Since I recieved this message the person has not been seen or heard of and I don't know what has happened to him.
Bingo
I had a lie in today. Yep, didn’t get up until 7.00am. Well it is Sunday and I get up at 6.00am six days a week for work so I thought I deserved a lie in. Unfortunately nobody else thought I deserved it. There was just so much to do – vast amounts of washing left behind as it had seen the light of day which “contaminated” it. Much of it had not been worn or used in any way. Huge piles of rubbish, mostly cleaning materials touched once and then thrown away, or to be more correct, left lying around for me to clear away because it was “contaminated. Then there was the general skivvying and running around after people who “can’t” or won’t touch anything or do anything for themselves. Much of this work is cleaning away the vile mess that others leave. Why is it that the smallest thing, usually nothing more that a fleeting thought is dirty and contaminated preventing people even touching it when those same people can live in filth – filth that they have created?
That generally was the pattern for the whole day, the same as every day off and time at home. At about 8.45pm after cooking dinner, clearing away and washing up I have finished – or so I think – bally unlikely, I expect they will want a cup of tea or some other trivial task doing soon, something that they are quite capable of doing themselves but oh no “I can’t touch that” they say so muggins here has to do it.
The final straw came when I had just finished the washing up. There they were in the sitting room in front of the telly waiting for a cup of tea and they said “You just missed something on the telly you really would have liked to have seen just now while you were doing the washing up”. Let me remind you this washing up was the washing up from the meal that I had just cooked and they had just eaten, not to mention the fact that yesterday I had done the shopping, brought it home and put it away.
That was my day, my day off from a full time job remember, working from dawn to dusk - and beyond. The only real difference between this day and every other day is that I didn’t have to go to work (that is working for an employer to earn money to live, sorry, survive) and even on those days I still have to come home cook and generally skivvy. There is no time for me as all of the time goes on so called “caring”. There is just no break from it, no holidays, no day away from it, no hobby and even time to read a book is out of the question and I no longer have any friends. OK, so it is not their fault they have OCD but it’s not mine either and if I could have it for them I would.
So what do I do next? Well I could go to bed as I am tired and I have to get up early to go to work to earn some money. But most of the money I earn is wasted buying huge quantities of cleaning materials and other stuff just to be thrown away unused so why should I bother. What is it with OCDers that a bottle of disinfectant/soap/cleaning stuff has to be thrown away after just one dose of stuff has been used with the 90% left in the bottle being tipped down the drain? I may as well just give my hard earned money to the shop keepers and manufacturers. At least that way it would be better for the environment. And what is it with you OCDers that you won’t try any medication, CBT or other treatment that may help? Come on; give me an answer.
You OCDers are so fugging selfish. With you it’s all me, me, me, self, self, self. I can’t, this, I can’t that and I have no intention of helping myself and the world must change to suit me. Do you really believe that the world must change to suit you? And which one of you will the world change for? And do you really have a care for others even those who care for you?
I have my own health problems but does that count for anything? Not fugging likely. After some recent medical tests and visits to the hospital consultant I would have hoped that one of those I spend my waking time caring and skivvying for would have at least had the concern to ask how I was and what the outcome of the tests were. But did they? All I got because I was not available to drive one of them while I was at the hospital was “I had to walk back home and it started to rain”. So FUGGING what, take an umbrella – or is it contaminated? I’ve had enough, after years of slogging on alone and being taken for granted the burden is more than I can take.
My advice to anyone who finds themselves in a similar situation is RUN, RUN, RUN. Run as fast and as far from it as you can before it destroys your life as it has destroyed mine.
I have three choices now:
Carry on this miserable existence like a slave,
Run and get a life of my own,
Find a length of rope.
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