First of all, skip this thread if long descriptions of someone else’s problems bother you. Anyway, here’s my psyche, in a nutshell, and I would appreciate as little mockery as possible.
I am paranoid. Not as paranoid as the tin foil hat crowd, nor as bad as you might think, given that I’m writing a thread about this, but for a long time, my life was lived in a constant state of fear. I’m better, thanks to some counseling and meds, but it’s still not all the way there, thus this public consultation.
What do I worry about? Well, I try not to even think insults about other people sometimes, for fear that they might be telepathic, and hurt me somehow later. Similarly, I went through a long period (which lingers in a much less severe form today) in which I couldn’t use the phrase “I wish” or “I hope” in a sentence, even mentally, for fear that Satan or a demon or genie or something would grant my wish/hope, then demand my soul in return. Same with “I bet that…” for a similar reason. Years ago, I once paced around a room for like half an hour trying to counter such statements out loud, since they kept popping into my head and I had to keep suppressing them.
The week or so before a trip is constant fear that something I do is going to cause me to be the victim of a burglary. For example, a slip on IRC that I’m going to be out of town. What if someone there uses the 'Net to look up my home address and arrange a break-in while I’m gone? Left a window open before going to work, same thing. Never mind it’s on the second floor, nearly covered by a tree. I imagined ladders.
I don’t seem to be able to fully trust people, even my closest friends. With a few particular people (all of whom I care deeply about), every statement and action is analyzed post facto, for fear that I’ve done or said something that’ll turn them against me and make them hate me. Then they’ll go away and I’ll be alone and it’ll be all my fault.
Often, I constantly walk on eggshells with jobs too. At one of my jobs, more than once, I climbed onto my desk and examined vents and emergency lighting for surveillence cameras that might’ve been trained on my desk and picked up my nodding off for a moment. (I was reluctant to write that last sentence, for fear that someone from that workplace would read it, see that I’d nodded off in the past, find out who I was, and thus keep me from getting a job ever again at that office due to laziness.) All this is exacerbated by what I see as my compulsion to act and say stuff without thinking it through.
I fear one day mutilating myself or committing suicide in my sleep, because I read that it’s happened before. Sure, I have self-preservation, but there are plenty of things that I want that I’ve doubted I really wanted, for no real reason other than an insidious voice questioning my basic beliefs and desires.
I’m also a hypochondriac. Last year it was detached retina, for no reason other than my eye doctor mentioned it. Last week it was tetanus (due to me cutting myself THREE times in the past week, twice with the same knife, but that’s another story). This week it’s mad cow disease, thanks to the paperback final chapter of Fast Food Nation. Next week, who knows? Probably some combination of the above.
There are many many more, in as many forms, but I think that’s enough detail for now. I can list more, especially of the recent stuff, if any of you are masochists.
Nothing I think strikes me as unreasonable enoguh not to worry about, at least not at the time. Now, not all of these problems are as bad, or as existent, as they used to be, which is good, but many still stick in my skull to some extent. So what’s wrong with me? Sound familiar to anyone? I thought it might be OCD, but I really don’t have any compulsions; in fact, I’m a huge slob and packrat. And, as my topic asks, is it anything medical, or is it something I just need to “grow up” out of, or start ignoring?
I know y’all aren’t doctors, but I thought I’d toss it out anyway. Thanks!