Today I was talking to someone about OCD.
Not the OCD like making sure we hide the gridlines in Excel sheets, or ensuring the colors in our powerpoint presentation matches.
I’m talking about the chronic Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder disorder that causes great distress in a person.
Like repeatedly checking locks, excessive rituals of washing hands, arranging things in a very, very particular order.
Over the years I’ve learnt that when OCD is severe, you need to get the person help. You need to reach out for chances are he/she doesn’t even recognize it as a problem.
I’ve also learnt you can’t dismiss them just like that or push them to stop cold turkey, whatever they OCD-ing with for it causes them anxiety. The more anxious they are, the more obsessive & compulsive they get, so we just making things worse. Like all things, we need to give them time. Time. Help. Therapy. Support. All those together.
Well, I am lucky I don’t have a severe OCD. The insecure me just needs to keep things in spare. Spare change (like literally money in a tin box), spare toiletries (like shampoo, toothpaste, deodorant etc.), cooking gas, food etc. It so important to have Plan B and a Plan B to my Plan B! My husband used to nag me, why buy so many spare stuff, till MCO hits.
Then I sneered at him, “Lucky I have this OCD, huh?”.
Bimbo
