Hello, /adv/. I made this thread earlier, but i had to leave before checking it, so it 404'd probably.
How do you deal with OCD? As in, increasing OCD, who got a lot worse and compromises your mental stability. I could control it in the past with mechanisms, but now the great deal of anxiety caused by the illness increases tenfold, and doesn't give me a chance to react before i'm buried in the anxiety-chaos, unable to think clearly. Doctor prescribed me some pills, but those have violent side effects. What to do? How can i go in the streets without being so sure i'll be robbed, without being sure someone i love will be raped or die, or that i'm getting an incurable disease?
Should i really use pills, anon? The pills he gave me could work, but i don't want to depend on them, because once i do, there's no coming back kinda. But i don't know, it's not just the desilusions now, but the anxiety attacks for no reason, which i don't have defenses for due to how fast and overwhelming those are.
ur either strong enough to do it without pills, or your not. there is no middle ground where theres another magic trick wihtout pills. otherwise we wouldnt need pills.
so make a choice.
Rape, murder, theft, and illness happen to thousands of people every day, and there is a good chance that no matter what you do, at least one of them will affect someone you care about, if not yourself. So why live in fear of the near inevitable? Just live your life without fear, so that you may become strong enough to handle these types of things if and when they occur, to say nothing of the minor everyday issues that may affect you.
I see. You mean, doing what i usually do? Have an anxiety attack once i see two strangers looking at me in the street but still keep going? If yes, if i keep doing it, will the ''fear'' eventually go away?
That is a good insight, thank you. But you see, it's the irrational part of all this that bothers me. I can handle all that. Today, even, some creepy faggot offered me a ride out of nowhere. He was high as i could tell, skeleton, manlet, in an old car. I'm a tall, bulky bald fellow. This was a pathetic episode where i just left after saying ''No'', and yet i was anxious as fuck for no reason. I have nothing to fear, yet i was so disgusted and anxious by this. It happens with strangers in thestreet, and such.I think the ''trigger'' is crime and feeling powerless, but it's tough to deal with it, since there may not have much ways i can prove myself i can deal with those head on differently than what i'm doing.
But there are basics of human nature. Did your ''fear''(since i don't know if that's the adequate word, considering it's the illness creating it, not you) go away? You comfronted it and also carried a pocket knife, and it worked?