Blog written by 'OC Yours' @ocyours for OCD Awareness Week, October 2014.
#OCDweek – Risky Business
There is a risk, however small, that tomorrow I will walk under a bus. There is a risk that I may get Ebola (can you guess what my OCD might be especially keen on at the moment?), that I might cause an accident, that I might hurt someone unintentionally, that I might leave my cooker on and burn down the entire student residence… the list goes on. Every day we take a million tiny decisions and a million tiny risks.
Worse than all of that though is the risk that I choose not to take. There is also the risk that I don’t face up to my OCD and that it ends up consuming my life, my dreams and my future.
Article posted on: Mon, 13/10/2014 - 11:32amRead more...
This is just a quick post – I’m singing in a concert tonight and have to retrieve my sheet music from my suitcase (don’t get me started on packing… is there anything more stressful?!) and get to a rehearsal.
Anyway, the point of this post is to say this – I DID IT! I only bloody did it!
Article posted on: Sat, 27/07/2013 - 12:26amRead more...
In the last year a lot has changed – I’ve completed my first year of Psychology and loved every minute, made the very out of character step of moving to Germany and come a long way in managing my OCD – but in other ways, things haven’t changed much at all. People with obsessive compulsive disorder are still facing stigma in their private and professional lives.
With us having had our 2nd National OCD Awareness Week (www.ocdawarenessweek.org) last October, I thought that it would be a good opportunity to tackle a few of the myths that surround OCD.
Article posted on: Thu, 27/06/2013 - 12:14amRead more...
First of all, I should introduce myself – I’m Bellsie, a student from a big Anglo-French family in the west of France. Bellsie is not my real name, but it is what my family and friends call me. I like to think that I’m not anonymous – it wouldn’t take much Googling to find me, but I also feel that it’s important to feel that I can write on here without the worry that it will come back to haunt me.
My OCD didn’t start suddenly, it slid quietly into my life, gently pulling me in. Although I had always been an anxious person, it is hard to see what was OCD and what were normal childhood worries and rituals, and too easy to label all as pathological. The line is blurred and it’s too convenient to be able to retrospectively spot early warning signs. I was always concerned about safety and moral debates and it would be fair to say that I’ve always been a black and white thinker – things were either right or wrong and there was no room for manoeuvre.
Article posted on: Sun, 26/05/2013 - 11:42pmRead more...
