Hey,
I hope that nobody minds but I am a bit emotional at the moment, I've been trying to think how my OCD started and its brought back some painful memories - things I could never bring myself to say to anyone close to me. So I've tried to write it down and post it here - just to get it out. If anyones got any words of wisdom I'd love to hear from you. My OCD started when I was about 13, I was always a massive worrier as a kid and had a really overactive imagination - people thought I'd grow up to be an author as I was always reading and writing millions of stories. In hindsight, I suppose excessive worrying and a huge imagination dont mix that well. Anyway when I was 13 my mum was ill and I think thats when I first started my rituals. I knew what OCD was and I knew I was beginning to show signs of it, I remember reading that sometimes a traumatic event can bring it on and I thought once my mum was better I would get better as well. I kept it to myself as I thought my parents had enough to worry about at the time. Then the bullying started, along with the acne, and suddenly I'm 27 yet I cant forget being bullied when I was a teenager. Although never particuarly timid, I have never been an assertive person and have let people walk all over me, at school, at work, everywhere. I had bad acne as a kid and was called ugly on a daily basis - this would have been easier to take on the chin if it was one group of people but literally everywhere I went people were there having a pop about the way I looked. There were one group of girls at my school - words cant describe how vicious these girls were. And I have no idea why - I never did anything to them, I just wanted to be liked. I ended up failing most of my exams and leaving school early, and now work in a rewarding but terribly paid care job. I went back to nightschool and got a diploma in care but anything in the care profession pays peanuts. I could never afford and to be honest havent got the time to go and get a degree through OU or anything like that. I also ended up in a succession of mentally abusive relationships - I think I was attracted to the "bad boys" mainly as I saw them as a form of protection. I dont need to tell you that years of even worse treatment at their hands just ruined my self esteem further.
I developed worse OCD as a result of all the bullying as well, which has got worse and worse over the years - I have just started seeing a pschyotherapist to try and help me with this. I feel so pathetic - 12 years after I left school, I still think of those that hurt me so much, still feel angry that they have got away with what they did and are happy while I'm 27 and a wreck, still want to get my own back on them for the things they did to me and for the chain of events they started - and still live in fear of ever bumping into them. Even though were grownup now, I know they would just laugh and make all the same bitchy comments they used to. I want to know why God sees fit to let these cruel people be so carefree while I have never deliberately hurt anyone, have always tried to be nice and kind and yet I am miserable and a prisoner to OCD and the pain of my past.
I have some great friends and a lovely family, but I feel like the best years of my life have been stolen from me.
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