First of all, i have a university student and now trying for a job. For that purpose i have joined central superior services and joined academy to qualify this particular exam. But by the time, i have been obsessed that how can be qualified this exam it is very tough , but my heart says that you should be qualifying this exam. So an inner conflict has been started , and i have severe ADHD
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#submission #obsessive compulsive disorderIn 1996, I was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and Schizophrenia. Though I have endured and suffered a great deal, I have been blessed with satisfactory mental health care, I have learned a lot about the two conditions and how to cope, and I have achieved many goals and aspirations.
Living with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is living in fear, worry, and doubt most of the time. The anxiety is grueling. I can’t focus or concentrate. It is like being immersed in freezing water; all I can think about is the pain.
I tend to obsess over things.
It’s not as bad as it used to be, but still, it happens. And more than I would like to admit.
Obsession is a beast. It has terrorized my mind with glinty eyes and sharp fangs.
It’s part of who I am. I know this.
I live with obsessive-compulsive disorder, although it has been manageable. I take medicine for it, the only psych med that has ever worked for me.
I was arrogant and naive to think that no meds were ever necessary, that giving in to them would be a sign of weakness.
But that’s just the manly indoctrination I got growing up in the United States. Medication helps keep intrusive thoughts at bay, and it really helps knock back the obsessing.
But there’s more to the story.
Hello, my name is Dylan Perez. I suffer from Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder and several anxiety disorders. I have also been diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Panic Disorder, Social Anxiety Disorder and Somatoform Disorder. Mental illness is a very misunderstood issue. Many people choose to dismiss it because they do not believe it is as serious as a physical ailment. However, that could not be further from the truth. Suffering from mental illness is the most painful experience I’ve ever had in my life.
I was diagnosed with OCD and anxiety at the age of eight. Fortunately, it was not too big of a problem at the time of my initial diagnosis. I was very selective of the food I ate, I washed my hands more than most kids my age, and I was hyper-aware of the cleanliness and hygiene of those around me. Distressing, yes, but it was nothing compared to what I would soon experience.
When I was 18 I began experiencing a number of gastrointestinal symptoms. My symptoms were indicative of peptic ulcer disease. However, after consulting a gastroenterologist and undergoing several medical tests–organic disease was ultimately ruled out. At one point, cancer was a potential diagnosis. Thankfully that was not the case. My doctor told me that my symptoms could only be attributed to stress and anxiety. At least I had a diagnosis. This gave me peace of mind, or so I thought.
Anxiety, depression, and/or obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) are three conditions that affect a number of people in my family, including me. I’m hit with a triple-whammy in the gene pool in that I live with all three of these conditions. For as long as I can remember–even as a young child–I’ve dealt with depression, anxiety, and OCD to great effect. Living with these illnesses has had long-lasting negative impacts on my schooling, career, and choices in friendships and relationships.
Not a lot of people realize that these conditions can be hereditary and require long-term treatment that doesn’t always involve therapy alone. I admit that I long felt a sense of shame for having my conditions, which often created a barrier in seeking the help I needed. I was in my late twenties when I finally decided to seek psychiatric help and go on antidepressant medications.
Since then, my life has greatly improved through a combination of psychotherapy, self-taught coping skills, journal writing, and careful use of psychotropic medication. I have to emphasize CAREFUL use of these medications because I once sought ill-advised care from a former psychiatrist (whose name I will not mention) who over-prescribed multiple medications–several of which I did not need.
Hello I’m Jake. I’m here to share my story with others about how I have struggled with OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder). It goes as far back as when I was around nine years old or so. It’s been unbelievably hard living with this mental health condition. I’ve been through two hospitalizations for psychiatric care and been to four different psychiatrists. The amount of medicines I’ve been on is over ten and I am still struggling to find ways to help my condition.
My daily life is hindered in a number of ways most people’s lives aren’t. The first thing I usually notice at the start of my day is what kind of clothes I am wearing. I get very concerned about what color combos are proper. No, I’m not just worrying about looking good. It takes me over 30 minutes sometimes to get dressed. There have been times it takes me over an hour. Keep in mind this whole time I usually end up in just a T-shirt and shorts. It’s not like I’m putting on dress pants and a dress shirt or anything. But, to the point, it takes me a long time to decide on what shirt to wear, whether it looks good, what material it’s made out of, what socks/pants/underwear to wear and what I want my appearance to be for the day.
Alright, so we have all used the phrase “oh I have OCD about ____”. Insert: laundry, paperwork, a spot for your socks…the list goes on. What is the harm in using this phrase one may ask? We all are entitled to feel a particular way about situation or space, right? Wrong, lets clarify a few things.
First off, you don’t have Obsessive Compulsive disorder. And by you stating that you do, you’re diminishing the severity of my mental illness. You are saying that my perpetual fear, anxious tendencies, and countless pep talks to myself to let go of the door-nob is parallel to your desire to keep a neat desk area. I’m sorry, but to someone who struggles with this disorder, your comments are unsettling and unwelcome.
Next time you start to say “I am so OCD…” consider this:
1. Words matter, choose them carefully. Using words and phrase like the one above can only further perpetuate the stigmatization of people with mental illnesses.
2. Suicide is the 2nd leading cause of death among young people ages 10 to 24. Individuals who struggle with suicidal ideations tend to also struggle with a mental illness or other co-occurring disorders.
There is an issue and it needs to be addressed.
I am a wife, a stay-at-home mom, a writer and a comedian.
And, finally, after far too long, I am also an advocate for mental health.
You see, I am a medicated momma. And I am tired of being ashamed.
I have suffered from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) and Major Depressive Disorder (MDD) since I was 15 years old. Twenty-three long brutal years. I have been receiving treatment for just as long, both pharmaceutical and cognitive. After all of this time with this lengthy and never-ending battle, I am finally comfortable enough with myself to admit publically that I struggle with these illnesses. That every single day can be a fight. hat sometimes it seems like it’s just too much. I’m tired of hating myself for something that isn’t even my fault. These are the cards I was dealt; these are the diagnoses I was given. I want society to change its views on mental health so that others who are struggling out there start to love themselves like I should have be doing all along. Because, although these illnesses are categorized as “mental disorders”, I want you to recognize this, particularly if you are going to stigmatize me: These illnesses/maladies/conditions are purely PHYSICAL.
OCD, MDD, and other illnesses like them are a result of a defect in the brain. My brain does not produce enough of a certain neurotransmitter. I’ve been told it never will. The medication I take helps boost that number, since my brain cannot do it on its own. Treatment is not a cure, but it helps make things more manageable, most of the time.
When I was younger and we went to my grandmas in Ohio I had a weird ritual of never stepping on the pumpkin like shapes on the tile in the hallway and bathroom. I would have to step in the blank tiles between them. At that time I did it because I thought the pumpkin looking things would eat my toes off. But now looking back at it I realize it was my OCD or Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I did it because it relieved the stress I was feeling. Why I was stressed well i’m not really sure why I was stressed back then but I know what I’m stressed about now. Normal things like how I look, school and my friends stress me out. But there’s even more then that. I worry about if I’m going to get enough sleep, if there’s going to be a huge, horrible accident where everyone dies. Or if my mom is going to forget about me, I worry about if I took all the right medicines for the day and I worry about if those medicines are even helping or if I’m going to overdose on them. And there’s so much more than that, too. And to help me not stress about all these things I do things that are considered as OCD. I do things like tap things a certain amount of times with my hands, I check what time it is almost every five to ten minutes, and sometimes when I drink out of a cup I turn the cup eight different times and drink out of all eight sides. I also obsess over if there are bumps or knots in my hair. And I also like things to be straight and in a pattern. If we are out later than 4:15 then I won’t take a shower that night because it’s too late. I go to bed at 7:30 and wake up at 6:30. And with that I sleep on my parents bedroom floor and before I go to bed my parents have to come in and snuggle me for a while so if I die in the middle of the night the last thing I did was be with them. So as you can see I do a lot of things with numbers. That’s because there are many different ways OCD can come out. There is OCD with numbers, patterns, letters, cleanliness and many other things. Mine comes out in a little bit of all the ways. And yes I know that what I do is irrational and that just makes it even more complicated because I know it is, but the thoughts that I need to do these things consume everything I think about. So I feel like I have to do them and if I don’t I feel like I’m going crazing. But if I do it I feel crazy for doing something so irrational. So it’s an endless cycle of stress then compulsion then more stress and more compulsions. Its exhausting. But I know that if I ask for help and resist the urge to do the compulsive things it will eventually get better. And I know it’s not going to be easy to resist it but it will be worth it because the less you do the compulsions the less you think about it in the long run. So if you have OCD be strong and don’t feed the fears with the compulsions. It will be worth it.
My name is Himanshu Sharma and my age is 25 years. Since childhood at age of 10, I am suffering from a mental illness called Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD).
Due to this mental disability I wasn’t able to control my thoughts and action. It’s hard to concentrate on any kind of work whether it’s about study or any other mental or physical work like playing, worship, and many more. Because of OCD my childhood was horrible. My friends and teachers laughed at me on my silly behavior like I used to toughed object twice , thrice , four time and sometimes it’s more than 20 times. This is only one example of OCD there are a lot of rituals I have to do for overcome my OCD anxiety. Sir this OCD has ruined my academic life. When I was in 8th standard I score 82% in board examination but after it my educational graph is continuously decreases. It is like a curse of my childhood. I thought it’s a part of me and I have to live with this curse.
But when I was in final year of my college I read an article in news paper written by a psychologist filled by same kind of problem that I have. Then I understand it’s a psychological problem. I searched on internet for a psychologist in my city and contacted him. The psychologist diagnosed that I have a psychological problem called “Obsessive Compulsive Disorder”. At that time I have good news and bad news both. Good news was, now I knew from what I am suffering from and bad news was this disorder is incurable. The only way to treat this I have to take medication for uncertain number of years. The doctor prescribed me medication.