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The Rest of the Beginning

My freshman year of high school was eventful.  I have discussed at length my struggle with reading.  That would pale in comparison with what was coming.

I had a simple, ordinary conversation with a friend at school.  It wasn’t a lengthy discussion, just long enough to change the course of my life.  My friend casually asked a question.  She said, “Do you know what the dirtiest part of the body is?”  She paused.  Many things raced through my mind, but I never imagined that her answer would be, “Your hands.”  I was confused, so she explained that her uncle had told her that the hands are dirty because you pick up germs from everything you touch.

And there it was – my life-altering moment!  Does everyone with OCD have a moment like this?  From then on I thought about everything I came into contact with.  To be honest, it was a small beginning, but I did start noticing things that I had been blissfully blind to up to that point in time.  In that era in the school restroom the only way to dry your hands was to use the one long reusable towel that just kept going round and round in the dispenser.  That was one of the first items I remember identifying as unacceptable to touch.  Instead I would walk back and forth in the restroom waving my arms around to dry my hands.

Another early memory is going with my mother to visit an aunt.  My mother asked me to bring a vase over to her so that she could look at it, and I picked it up with curled up fingers so that it would not touch the palms of my hands.  “Why are you doing that?” asked Mother.  I didn’t have an explanation.  I think I ended up saying something like I wanted to see if I could do it.

I also recall putting on my seat belt in the car with curled fingers and trying to use only the area between my fingers to touch the belt itself.  This was so that I could still use my fingertips to touch my face or anything else I wanted to keep clean.  The question always arises, though, what made the seat belt (or whatever else I did not want to touch) dirty?  It wasn’t the entire belt, only the two parts that latched together.  It had to do (and it still does) with the proximity of those parts to my body.  The closer to the floor a part of my body, or any object, is, the less clean it is.  To me the dirtiest part of the body would have to be the feet.  Take a look!  The hip region where a seat belt latches is just low enough for me to want to avoid touching it.

Of course, OCD being like a snowball, the cumulative nature of the beast has caused it to grow and change throughout many years.  My numerous accounts relate rituals that go back a long time and also newer compulsions.  A year from now it will be different still.

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I am a female in my early 40's who has been dealing with OCD since age 10 and a fear of germs since 14.
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One Response to The Rest of the Beginning

  1. Eric W. says:

    Hi. I, too, am a germophobe-and have been for twenty-five years. It is as much a part of me, as breathing. Yes, I’ve been through therapy, but, didn’t work, that is, not with me, and, I’m not saying it won’t, or can’t, lest it perhaps discourage anyone from attempting it, because, after my latest ‘event’ this a.m., I felt so stressed, I almost wished for, again, some meds that would ‘make me not care’, as I remember them doing-when I WAS taking them, back in the day….because, the anxiety, worry, and yes, anger, I felt today, was something I wished I could will into nonexistence-like the germs that I may, or well may not have been around….

    If anyone knows, and understands this subject, it’s me. Life is A WAR..yes, a war with the world, like that cut from my fave classic rock band Foreigner’s first album. Sometimes, I refer to that in my head about my ‘fight’, and that’s what it is, for, a germophobe, an OCDer, you do all you can, and spare no effort, to try to avoid the , excuse me, hell, that is germs. You get so angry at others, for subjecting you to their ‘stuff’.

    You don’t suffer alone, though. Your family has to deal with it, right along with you. There is no vacuuum there. I’ve lost both my parents by now, so, for them, especially my mother, their enduring this strain is long past. I envied this a.m. the peace I know she has in eternity. Isn’t that what all we germophobes want, even if the ‘rest of the world’ doesn’t relate to what we may call it, in terms of not being ‘exposed’?? Freedom from ‘it’, at whatever cost…and, yes, you pay a very high price. It is not hard to see why many seek treatement, and want so badly to be freed from the chains that in truth this ‘malady’ represents.

    I’ve never commented this way about my own OCD life experinces before, but, well, this is one day I just decided to do a web search, and see, really, what is out there. To the creator of this blog…I wish you well. I wish you peace. If you can find a way, to seek treatment..do it. Don’t live any more years with this daily struggle than you have to. That goes to anyone else out there, who shares this with me. Don’t be a fool, and I mean this word strictly for me, who’s suffered and lost so much time, from the fear, and anger, and used-up days. Life is too short, and time too precious. Take care, all.

    Best Regards, E

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