Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder
I have OCD
Fall semester, I wondered if the horrible feeling, the gnawing in my stomach would ever leave. Inside my dorm room, I lived in my own mind, fixated on my thoughts and tormented by irrational messages and faulty fears.
It wasnt until the winter that I was diagnosed with obsessive-compulsive disorder, or OCD. Although Ive experienced some OCD symptoms throughout my life, the stress of moving away from home made my OCD explode. My parents and I wondered why I couldnt adjust to college. Like a member of an audience, I watched my hall mates experience the normal worries of college: homesickness, classes, and the quality of dining hall food. I assumed the nervous feeling would eventually subside, but I was wrong. Even when the initial stress of college wore off, my anxiety remained.
My OCD doesnt involve germs or orderliness, the symptoms typically portrayed in media. Just ask my mom—my room isnt the cleanest! My OCD is about the fear of harming others, making me to think that bad thoughts will cause me to hurt people. These symptoms are also very common among those suffering from OCD.
My introduction to college was defined by a series of irrational questions. I would worry about having written something offensive on my homework or pieces of paper. I would pick up trash that wasnt mine, papers Id never seen before because I worried that I might have written something on one of them. I became anxious about the Internet and e-mail. I worried about losing control, writing something that would hurt someone. I knew these actions werent rational, that they were strange and beyond unreasonable, but I couldnt help myself. The doubt was haunting me.
When I came home, I knew my OCD was getting worse. I was barely functioning and couldnt bear to be alone without the reassurance of my family. I realized that if I returned to school, I would find myself in a situation worse than I had