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I have a type of OCD which I finally understood to be Obsessive Compulsive Spartanism.
For more than thirty years I suffered in embarrassed silence, not sure what was wrong with me. I suspected it was OCD, but my particular symptoms were documented in none of the textbooks on the subject. I didn’t clean or check, and I certainly didn’t hoard. What was wrong with me? By age 16 I was so desperate for help that I began starving myself. By age 18 I was admitted to a psychiatric hospital for anorexia and bulimia, and that’s when I first attempted to explain that I was constantly bothered by the presence of stuff in my room. That I had to have specific numbers of everything, but that I could never quite decide what those numbers should be. I felt silly saying all this, and the look of pure cluelessness on the doctor’s and nurse’s faces only served to amplify my isolation. Years of self abuse, self harm, excessive drinking and depression followed. I spent hours in libraries and bookstores trying to understand what was wrong with me, but still found nothing. Then came the internet. I searched and searched and came up empty handed. One spark of joy, the only thing that kept me alive all these years, was that of the twenty plus mental health professionals from whom I sought help, one prescribed SSRI medications and I experienced enough relief from my symptoms so as to be able to function (somewhat) in life. Seeing how much relief I got from SSRIs, I became more convinced that I might indeed have OCD. But still none of the literature covered my specific symptoms. So I continued my journey through life alone and frustrated. And then it happened. Thirty years after my admittance to the psychiatric hospital for an eating disorder, I was in an forum, not unlike this one, listening to everyone describe hand washing and hoarding for the millionth time, and as usual having my posts ignored by everyone, when suddenly one angel popped onto my screen and said those magic words. “You have obsessive compulsive spartanism.” So I looked it up. There isn’t that much information on obsessive compulsive spartanism. But it is there, and it is OCD. Finally I had a name for my condition and I felt, for the first time in my life that I could talk about it. The moral of this story is that OCD is more than just the textbook symptoms that are rehashed over and over. But many sufferers are never made aware of this. And many people suffer alone and in silence, unaware that they are not alone in suffering from a well know condition that can be treated with SSRI medications. I wish that the OCD community would be more open minded and understand that we do not all fit into a neat little box. Certainly the majority of OCD sufferers experience the most well known symptoms, but theirs is not the whole story of OCD, and any responsible educators on the subject have a duty to leave no sufferer in the dark.
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MaxineR,
Congrats for being on the cutting edge. It can be a lonely place. Over the years I have met people who "travel light", and it makes me wonder if they shared your OCS. Perhaps you could write a book about your experiences. It's pretty easy using the templates on creativespace.com It seems obvious to me that many suffer for lack of information. I had never heard of it. I don't think I have it, but I'm looking at everything; I get as much or more help from this forum as I do from my pdoc. Tata! Terri
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Uhhhh, holy ****. This pretty much describes what I do. I am constantly organizing what little things I actually have. I am constantly bugging my boyfriend & his mother about how many THINGS they have, though realistically they probably have no more than most other people would... If I intend to relax, most of the time, I need to be in a totally empty & decluttered space. Or keep my eyes closed so I can't see anything around me.
Thankfully, though, it has lessened over the past few years. I just attributed it to OCD NOS, like with my strange counting obsessions & fixation on time/numbers. Now I just have Pure O OCD & a bit of trich that still bugs me every few days. Thank you for posting this... Enlightening. |
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