Tuesday, 27 September 2011
Somehow in the past I have managed to travel where as at the moment I can't even manage leaving my home. When I think about travelling again I think of going back to Paris and I have all of these great memories and even the one bad memory of a strange man grabbing onto my arm wouldn't even put me off of going back there. That hardly seems scary compared to the thoughts that are put into my head from my own illness, I work myself up in a worse state then I had been in from the incident itself!
My brain is just too complex for me to think about. It is a stranger place than an ocean floor with all of the undiscovered creatures lurking around in the sands and rock. If my ocd was one of these alien like creatures then surely I wouldn't even be afraid of it or in a state of panic and tears but I cannot see my ocd. I can feel it in my head, moving around. I can 'hear' it every time it tells me to do something that I don't want to do but I do want to do and I can 'feel' it every time I have to run my hands across the stove to check that its off even though it was never used prior to the checking.
Today, I did something awful but I don't regret it. I failed to attend my treatment. I might regret it but at the moment I feel so angry inside at my new therapist. 'Treatment' has not been going well at all. 'Treatment' seems to be telling me what to say and telling me how I 'should' feel and telling me that when I enter her office I have to keep all negativity outside of the door. The world, let alone my mind is not a place of lolly pops and gumdrops and yummy vegan gummy bears. Without being able to say the negative things I am unable to fully express how I have been and currently still feeling. How can I answer truthfully to any questions asked?
I almost feel like a barbie, just without the figure and the perfect hair. I am there being controlled during a make believe game of cbt. Being discouraged of speaking to other sufferers and writing about my life with ocd. If it wasn't for the other sufferers that I speak to I would only have my husband and a few family members to speak to. It sounds pathetic and it feels pathetic and somehow in the last few months I started to feel something that I have never felt before and feeling lonely feels even more pathetic than lacking in the friendship department.
Either I am just extremely unlucky with the therapists that I have been given or I am just not ready to deal with what is on my plate. I think that at the moment I will say both and then have a think about it and speak to the doc on Friday, after my husband speaks to her first about my behaviour. He feels that I have a problem with my moods. They change without reason and they change constantly. I never noticed it before and I never noticed it the other two times it was brought up. I am too old for this. Life is passing me by and I am such a failure.
Saturday, 24 September 2011
OCD Still Tagged Along For This Trip - But it didn't stop us from seeing everything we wanted to see!
These photos are from a trip to Paris from just over 2 years ago. It was our second wedding anniversary and it was wonderful. We were there in November and I think it made it that much nicer. I love Autumn, the colours and the crisp air and it is the perfect temperature, in my opinion. I love looking back on the photos because it is such great memories and also because Paris is such a beautiful place to visit!
Apparently the french are rude but I have to admit, I never came across that once on our trip. I think saying that they are rude is even more of an exaggeration than the first!
|Can anyone tell me what this is supposed to mean?? I just don't get it!|