Ever since I was 12 years old (now 21) I've been afraid of pollution or contamination of myself, my perceptions and the things I care about. I've rejected several of my past selves, some others and parts of the world multiple times and I battle any thought or thing that has any relation to it. In order to neutralize I use counters. When I think of a bad song for example, I can counter it with a thought of a right song. But these thoughts are often very prominent and persistent, even after neutralizing. It doesn't help that triggers can be found everywhere either. With so many things to be afraid of, everything seems able to be a threat if I question or criticize it hard enough, in search of minimum security, something I can be guaranteed to fall back on.
Anyway, I've always had trouble with stuff I care about, which is difficult, because I like to care about things. But when I do, I'm obviously afraid of losing them, or worse, contaminating them. I obsessively 'protect' the things I love, because I want to keep them 'clean'. I thought, still think, I wouldn't be able to love them, find comfort in them, enjoy them, and regard them as safe if they're not 'clean', and that there's no point in living if what I love is not clean and safe (which isn't to say that I want to quit life, but life just loses it's purpose to me and becomes void).
I also used to have rhythmic compulsions. First with the number 4 and later, after rejecting another part of my life including the me that belonged in it, the number 3. I've been able to suppress it with Clomipramine now though, so it doesn't bother me anymore. My psychiatrist has refrained from diagnosing me as OCD because he thought I might be psychotic or have a thinking disorder alongside of it, yet not quite, because I still know that what I'm doing isn't normal and realistic. Kind of. Either way, he wanted to be sure about the complete diagnosis first. I've also taken Risperidone, but I'm currently discontinuing it because I don't feel that it helps. Maybe it has made the intrusive thoughts less prominent, but it's hard to tell, because the battling is still and always has been entwined in everything I do. After tests, it turned out that my liver works overtime. Apparently it works so fast that most of the working substance of Clomipramine is already broken down to the ineffective rest product before it has time to do its job. But if I take more, the rest product becomes too high (it's already maxed), and it won't be healthy. I don't want to take medication to slow down my liver function. I'm not seeing a psychologist (yet?), because my psychiatrist thought I was too unstable for it. But he said he was going to look into it about a month ago, because I've made progress? I'm posting in this forum because I found the following article about a week ago, and it makes me feel like I really do have OCD, because I recognize a lot.
http://www.ocfoundation.org/EO_Emotional.aspx
I want to ask help from people that are familiar with the intensity.
Aside from battling thoughts and things related to the forbidden parts of the past, I also battle anything I regard as filthy. This last part has become particularly more prominent. Last week was horrible. I did nothing, I just sat on the chair in front of my computer and... waited. Afraid. I felt filthy. Afterwards I spent several days cleaning, but there's going to be another week like that next week, so I'm really scared. There have been other times like this, and most of those times become forbidden parts of the past afterwards. I'm not allowed to think about it etc.
Anyway... My mind has a way of criticizing everything and questioning everything. After a while, nothing feels safe anymore. Even times where I used to look back on with a smile feel inferior to what I'm aiming for now. Memories and imagination have become corrupted due to over-thinking with the wrong thoughts, but it also spreads to the idea that the actual moments were bad. I'm not allowed to love it anymore. I'm not allowed to find comfort in it. I'm not allowed to regard it as safe. Because to me it just isn't. And it also feels unsafe to think of it in another way than unsafe. It feels like I'm lying to myself if I pretend it was all okay. It feels like I'm becoming inferior. Like I'm giving up perfection. There have been moments where I've ignored the thoughts and just did the thing I loved to do. Everyone around me keeps telling me to quit, but they never say how. Or they just say 'response-prevention', without explaining how or guiding me through it. So I tried. But whatever I do, I can't look back on it without seeing the bad things, the flaws. The things that make it unsafe. And I can't bring myself to love something like that. It haunts me and tells me the thing I loved to do where I ignored isn't good enough. That I have to make it good enough, safe. But I keep waiting for the right moment to try, the right circumstances, and when I do, even when I think everything is right, it still ends up not being good enough. I make a mistake again. I have to reject it again. And when I really love something, I keep trying like I'm doing now. There's a television series which I love so much that it has managed to beat the fear on occasion. I want to secure it, but no matter how often I get it, it doesn't feel OC-correct. There's always something in the vicinity that's not safe and clean, or my thoughts that aren't right. But I can't give up on trying to reach perfection. I can't let it go. I just want to secure it, I want it to be safe. There's always a possibility that if I try hard enough, it will be perfect. But so far, those feelings have only been temporary, and ultimately regarded as unrealistic. I can't bring myself to give up, because giving up on this is like giving up on the ultimate love to me, or at least the possibility to it. And I just want to secure it. It's worth being safe.
I've tried to set up my reason against my feelings, but it's difficult, because I only know that it's not realistic in a common agreement-kind of sense. When I think about it, philosophically, analytical, I can't find the answer. I don't know if the things I love are safe when the circumstances aren't safe. When you put dough in the oven it becomes bread. So you can't say the circumstances never impact the individual thing. I'm not good at exceptions when they don't follow a certain definition, they're too ambiguous. And either way, the moment isn't perfect anymore. Some people say perfection doesn't exist, but how can you prove something like that? Perfection is dependent on the person and their perception, but the perception is dependent on both the individual and the world perceived. It's not just solely the individual. So when you aim for perfection, and obtain it, the source is regarded as perfect. Or at least, when you believe you love the thing for the thing itself, and not for your own perception. But how do you know that? If that's true, then what if you don't know everything about it? What if the interpretation isn't good enough, because I'm flawed myself? It's not complete. It's not the source. And what is part of the perception? How do you filter the details from the whole? The thoughts from the world etc.? And if a mental perception filter-system exists, how could it work? How can you prove it works? Or what if you weren't safe the first time your perception of the thing was made. How does reinterpretation work, and will it ever be completely independent from before?
In the end, I never seem able to find find the answers to the questions that would help me. My mother and psychiatrist try to convince me every time, but the insecurity is just too strong. There are too many unknown factors. For me to rely on an argument to be stronger than the fear... I don't know if that's possible with minimum security. But I can't give up without knowing it's not possible. I want to though. It would be easier. Is that bad? It feels like letting go of the ultimate dream. Without obtaining it. When I think about it like that I want to keep fighting again. But will it ever end? It's a battle against myself, so as long as I'm there, the enemy will be there too.
Everyone around me keeps acting like I don't understand something, and it only drives me into discussions with myself further. The only thing that has helped so far in order to get me moving is blind trust. But how can blind trust be stronger than fear? Than even love? A life purpose? Because I do love the feeling of being safe and clean. How can I give that up? How can I give up the dream?
What I mean to ask is:
1. Is it possible to enjoy life when the world, I or both aren't OC-correct?
2. What can my life purpose be if I don't aim for 'perfection'/safety anymore?
3. Is there something I need to understand? Do I need to keep searching and thinking in order to understand what the realistic people mean?
4. Is it possible to know things for certain? With minimum security? What is the least I can rely on?
5. Do you think Exposure and Response Prevention could also work in my case?
If yes:
6. When doing something like ERP, would the things I love that I contaminate lose their safety?
Some of the times where I've prevented a response in the past have become rejected. They don't feel safe and I can't stop thinking about what was wrong when I look back on it, which causes me to stop appreciating it.
7. How can I motivate myself to do ERP, despite all the fear etc.? And is searching for the motivation something I need to actively pursue? How do I find it if I don't search for it?
8. Does ERP make me any less afraid of the things that I regard as bad right now? Will it change my opinion? And if so, isn't that unsafe?