Friday facts: OCD 

Right now I’m writing this blog post about reducing obsessive compulsive behaviours because I’m doing it as we speak. I like repetitions and even numbers, that way I know I’m doing tasks correctly and being safe. My therapist asked me to see how I felt if I only checked once. No repetitions. 

Anxious. That’s how I feel. 

I suppose the theory behind exposure tasks is absolutely solid: the more you are in anxiety provoking scenarios the more of them you can tolerate. It seems so logically to simply wean off doing things that aren’t helpful to me, but let me tell you, it’s pretty damn hard when you actually do it. 

So far these are how I have managed my discomfort:

1. Leave the room. Being physically distant from where you tried out the different behaviour means you are less tempted to go back and “even out” afterwards 

2. Tell someone. Hearing from others that the fears are in your mind is a useful reassurance when you feel on edge

3. Accept anxiety. You’re uncomfortable, just like me right now! But that’s normal. Having feelings makes you human. Just let them be. 

Wednesday. TODAY is Wednesday. 

So it has taken me 24 hours to realise I lost the plot and posted my Wednesday blog on Tuesday. I feel this act of stupidity highlights how frazzled my brain currently is 😂

Anyway, I’m back in my house now (I’ve been with my parents the last few days) and it is nice to be alone a little bit, although being alone can quickly become really bad for me… I have therapy tomorrow & I really want to talk about how I’ve forgotten what life was like before all this. I was so young then that it’s hard to have any idea who I could be if I wasn’t the sick one. 

Wednesday words: exercise addiction 

I have always been active. As a child I did a lot of sports, which faded out as I got progressively more serious about dancing and musical theatre. Despite never being lazy, my eating disorder has always relied on me doing extra exercise to have done enough. 

A couple of days ago I walked to the local pool, having planned to swim at least 20 lengths. It was closed and I was so angry. It was the first moment I’ve ever realised that I couldn’t cope with not exercising. I suppose this hasn’t occurred before because I’ve always had x class later that day, or had already cycled to x place or whatever. Well…. It sucked. All I could think about was what I needed to do so that I hadn’t been lazy. 

Fuck you ed. 

(No good title ideas)

Basically I said about 6 weeks ago to someone that by this weekend coming I would have decided if I could recover or not. Well, if I actually had gotten thinner then maybe I could make that choice, but I feel like I’m fatter and thinner all at once. It’s just so fucking confusing- one minute I look thin and flat, the next time I see this broad, chubby out of control body as my reflection. 

I get so frustrated at having so little idea about what I look like, and I think people just can’t understandthat unless they’ve felt it themselves. I hate how clothes shopping makes me feel. I love clothes and imagining outfits, but I can’t buy them or try them on. I’m hunting for a costume I need for a performance at the moment and it is a nightmare. I don’t want to look hideous in all the pictures.

 It’s like in my head there’s this fragile, restrictive anorexic, but my body isn’t skinny. I bet nobody even thinks I have a disorder. I want the body I imagine in my head. I’m trying so hard and I just want to be able to know that I’m thin enough when the time comes. 

Rant over.

Also, I feel like answering some questions as my Wednesday post if anyone has any! Xx

Wednesday’s words: consider other humans please. 

Today I had a couple of decent classes, although I am always beating myself up about not having done things “perfect enough”! Anyway, my day turned when I was supposed to be rehearsing with a group of people. 

I was really tired, hungry, and had a bad headache, yet I was trying to encourage the others to practice. I just can’t understand how anyone can be so rude as to arrive late, be lazy, mess around or not have a clue what their doing when it affects everyone. 

All that’s required is basic consideration for other people. Maybe they hate the project, find it hard, too easy, stupid… Whatever, but you can’t get performances right if people piss around and don’t pull their weight. 

I suppose lots of people with eating disorders (and anxiety related illnesses) tend to think a lot about how others view them, and so possibly try harder to please people. 

Frankly, I was spoken to so rudely that I don’t care why everyone was being so ridiculous. It is unacceptable to be so selfish, lazy and immature when working as a group. 

Praying for tomorrow to be more productive! Night xxx

Phrasing can change perspective

In my therapy today, my therapist did this thing where she had two columns on a page- each one with statements I make a lot as the headings. At first I have to say I was a bit confused and didn’t know how to answer her questions, but all of a sudden I linked the two headings together:

“If I didn’t have to worry about being responsible and in control, there would be no need for me to do obsessive behaviours”

(The two italicised bits were the headings!)

It has never clicked in my head that if I didn’t worry I wouldn’t have these problems. Those who don’t worry about the dishes, or their weight, or whether something bad will happen are unaffected by OCD issues. Why have I never realised this?

I’ve always known that my ED and OCD are efforts to control my environment, but the my therapist phrased the task and helped me to link the two ideas was new. Professionals have told me for years that worrying makes mental health problems worse, but it’s like somebody just switched on the lights and I can see it myself!

Time to switch my light off and sleep now though..

Lots of love xx

Therapy tomorrow

Tomorrow afternoon will be the second time I meet this clinician. She is really nice, but I’m already feeling unsure that I will be able to really work on all the crap that needs my attention. 

She asked what my goals were, and I said 1. To be able to engage and enjoy things more, 2. To be able to stop myself obsessively cleaning and checking things, 3. To eat more normally 

I think my fourth would be to feel comfortable with myself- especially my body, but also as a person. 

Change is hard. Self awareness is hard. Emotions are hard. 

As I struggle sometimes to be honest and articulate face to face I’m hoping to leave the session feeling that I’ve told the truth. Time for some sleep now! 💤