Been waiting for so many years for a site dedicated to my affliction.
I wish you the best of luck.
My sense of humor and what I think is funny has bitten me in the arse
hundreds of times (in the event my partner reads this) thousands of times. I’m just trying to pre-qualify that I have never been confused with, or called, the fun police.
Seriously? An OCD quiz for amusement At the end of this quiz, you are greeted with your score – a percentage followed by “OCD Sensitive”. How about 0% OCD Sensitive? 100% OCD Insensitive?
Lest anyone parrot The Donald and think I’m being politically correct and need to lighten up — then how about ramping up some hilarious online quizzes to test your breast cancer radar or childhood leukemia radar? NOTE: for amusement only – not diagnostic!
Nope, that won’t happen. Mental illness, particularly OCD with all its bizarre manifestations, is too an easy punching bag while other diseases are (thankfully) are off-limits.
Society is moving toward more compassionate norms, e.g. most folks have moved on from racial and gay jokes. This happens when there’s enough peer pressure and folks wake the eff up and realize that instead of using humor to deal with their insecurities, exercising compassion helps everyone advance. At the very least, people can show their compassion by speaking up and out to Make It Awkward!
Rather than looking at shapes and colors and giggling about how we hang picture frames – how about moving toward compassion and learning more about OCD and what it does to those who have it and those who love them? If you live near Toronto, you’ve got just that chance on Tuesday, Oct. 25th as OCD Canada kicks off our expert speaker series at Carlton / Jarvis office. If you can’t make it or don’t live anywhere near Toronto – we’ll blog all about it and do interviews and encourage posts from those who attend.
Finally, in the spirit of candor, when Rick and I launched the OCD Canada website we joked about adding a refresh button that would allow a visitor to enter a number and refresh the site that number of times (counting rituals can take over your life if you have OCD). We didn’t do it – not just because not everyone would find it funny, but because it likely would be hurtful to some.
It seems just about everybody that I meet with in group or one-on-one therapy has at least one horror story about the health system failing them. They’ve fallen through the cracks, languished on wait lists, told they couldn’t be helped, misdiagnosed, given the wrong medication, and even ridiculed. They felt helpless with nowhere to go.
Does this sound familiar to you?
Let me share just one of these stories with you:
I have spent over 6 years seeing over 12 ‘doctors’ who have done nothing for me. One doctor actually didn’t know what OCD stood for and I had to explain it and he said ‘oh, that’s the washing thing’. I said no and walked out. I went to the hospital downtown and after 4 hours of waiting, taking my blood and for some reason insisting I have a CT scan of my brain (I had not even seen a doctor, only a nurse), I was told that I could either wait for a psychiatrist on call or go to my family doctor. I said I need help right now. They said again, these are the only options. I left. I felt like crying and just left as a mess.
If this story sounds familiar to you – let us know by sharing your story with us.
Don’t give up! There are many false-starts as you strive to get help and support in managing your OCD. OCD Canada understands what you are going through. Join us at our monthly self-help support group get-togethers to share, or you can set up a one-on-one appointment with a therapist who has OCD.
Last night we had my mother, Fred, his friend Anna and Dave over. We had chicken potato salad and cherry ice cream and My54thbirthday cake all lit up with candles. So it was what I wanted. I’ll have to show you the picture of my cake lit up with candles.
Today we went to the CNE. I looked after my mother until she felt she could look after herself. But then I got a call from the ambulance people.She had become ill. We went to MT Sinai. When Fred and Anna came I left. I was able to speak to ambulance people and a nurse about her and I emphasized the legs. She’s still there now. We wanted her in hospital and she got there. She wanted to go back to the Ex!
I couldn’t have done all this before I met you and I wouldn’t have gone to the Ex.My day was cut short by a good cause. I spent more time in the ambulance and hospital than the Ex.