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Section: Conditions
Condition:
OCD
Article: "I'm Not
Crazy"
Source: Cherry Pedrick,
R.N.
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"I'm Not
Crazy"
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- I'm not crazy, not
really. I know I act strange at times. I know I
ask too many questions. I know the door was
locked, and you watched me turn the car
around....again......to check the
lock.....again.
- But I'm not crazy.
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- Her hands are red and
raw. She hides them in her lap or behind her
back. But still, she wonders if they really are
clean. "I did touch the door knob, not with my
hands, of course, with my sleeve. But now I've
touched my sleeve." She needs to wash her hands
again.
- But she's not
crazy.
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- "Don't come in. Well, ok,
come in. But don't look around. Don't judge my
house." He knows he has boxes of paper,
magazines, and newspapers cluttering the rooms.
But he knows where his taxes from 1962 are, and
the utility bills, and the canceled
checks.
- But he's not
crazy.
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- She walked through the
door, but she didn't do it right. She knows it
was the eighth time. "One more time, I've got to
get it right." If she doesn't do it right,
something may happen to her mother.
- But she's not
crazy.
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- My mind wanders when
you're talking to me. When you look at me
strangely, I pull my thoughts together and try
to concentrate on your words. But I can't quite
give you my full attention. My mind is filled
with worries and fears I can't seem to
release.
- But I'm not
crazy.
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- We're not crazy, not
really. We know these behaviors and thoughts
aren't normal, that they're irrational. But we
do them anyway. Do "crazy" people know they are
acting irrational? No, they act and think with
ignorance of their strangeness. They don't see
your stares or hear your whispers. They don't
hear the other children laugh. They don't see
their family's worried faces. Oh, the bliss of
not knowing, of not caring, of not longing to
stop checking, washing, hoarding, ritualizing
and worrying.
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- But of course, we do want
to stop, we do want to be "normal" like you. We
dream of a day without these tortured thoughts.
I will leave my house without worrying about the
lock and she won't have to go through a door
more than once. His house will be clean and her
hands will be healed. My mind won't be filled
with worries and fears.
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- It's not a dream. With
therapy, medication, prayer, and putting my life
in God's hands, my dream has come true. Well,
almost. I have a few strange behaviors and I
still worry at times. But doesn't
everyone?
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- I remember the stares,
the whispers, the worried faces and the laughs.
But each day, the memories fade a little
more.
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- I remember the times my
loved ones laughed with me when I was finally
able to see the humor in my behavior and
thoughts. They rejoiced in my success, even my
small steps toward success.
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- Most of all, I remember
the kind support, the gentle encouragement, the
persistent patience, and their love and prayers.
They prayed when I couldn't. They loved me when
I couldn't love myself.
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- I think I speak for many
with this strange illness called OCD, "Thank you
who have supported me and others with OCD.
Without you, our recovery would be slower, we
might not see the need for recover, we might
lose hope."
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- To those who laugh and
stare and whisper, to you I say,
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- "I'm not
crazy."
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Section: Conditions
Condition:
OCD
Article: "I'm Not
Crazy"
Source: Cherry Pedrick,
R.N.
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