Hi All,
I haven't been around on UKBF for some time and it actually stemmed from an OCD Related illness.
I'm really happy a thread like this had been started, even if it was to ask if OCD is a Genuine Illness or not, after reading the thread I see what Jovial attitude has been taken....and I like it, if you read below you'll see why.
When I was at school, I suffered terrible from bullying, I would always do my homework, turn up on time, I didn't have one detention. I had a few close friends but of course being the kid that doesn't get in trouble, gets you picked on constantly.
At about 14, I started to wash my hands constantly, I would have no reason for it. I just kept washing them and washing them. I didn't necessarily think my hands were dirty or I had to get some contaminant off them, I just kept washing.
After about 2 months, my hands were in pieces, I needed to wrap them, they'd constantly bleed from all the dry skin and it wasn't a nice affair. One day I was standing at the sink with my bleeding hands, stinging in pain from the soap I had just rubbed in and my brain clicked and said "What the **** are you doing?" from that day up until 2008, it never reared its ugly head.
I did like this whole, shake my pillow so many times etc, but they were tiny tiny things that even now I don't do.
In January 2008, I was doing a task and I had convinced myself of something. Instead of seeking professional help, I went on the internet and started looking up ways in which it could affect me (I still don't want to say what it was that affected me), instead of taking the logical approach, I went in no uncertain terms, crazy.
I started by washing my hands to get the contaminant off me, it then moved a step further to which I couldn't be in my parents house, even spending one Christmas with my Girlfriend in a rented flat eating a Microwave Xmas meal, this is after we moved at great expense into a flat beforehand and had to give it up a week later as I thought it had been contaminated. I had a car on finance that I stopped driving because I thought it had been contaminated, I couldn't eat with my hands at all even if I washed them, to this day I haven't had a meal at my parents house.
I've been living with this completely disastrous and disabillitating illness that nobody except my family and close friends know about.
The road to recovery started when my Mum and Sister (Dad was at work and is unfortunately now suffering from Anxiety problems which I worry I started) went to the Dr's Secretly to get his advice. When they came back and told me what they had done I was absolutely disgusted, how could they do this etc, I was managing this by myself etc, truth be told, seeing my Mum, Dad and Sister Crying their eyes out at me, not being able to understand the mental and physical struggle I had brought on myself...I went to get help.
I have never taken a pill for it, I refused to. Being a Mental illness I didn't want to have to depend on anything. I went to talk to councillors, shrinks. The works.
Even with all the advice, the talking, nothing was helping, It wasn't until I got that moment again, that click where I said to myself, "this is ****, I need to try and stop".
So I did everything in my power to eliminate the possibility the original cause even was dangerous (which it turned out it wasn't) and ever since, I've been trying to reprogramme my brain to be normal, which is much harder than you think as I doubt the official tests and don't know what to believe, that is the hardest part. Being trapped in your own mind is the worst kind of hell you can be in.
I lost customers over this, I had to get a normal job, Me and my other half lost everything we had and ended up in quite a bit of debt.
My love and respect for my partner for standing by me through all of this makes me happy to be alive. I am thankful that I am physically a Healthy person and that I do believe that I am a very lucky person for having such a loving, caring, beautiful woman in my life.
THIS whole chapter in my life, has genuinely made me a more focused person, I already was but now I have a principle and foundation for carrying on with my future.
For those that fake the illness to get pay, time of work, have something to chat about, I envy them, if they had gone to the verge of not getting out of bed for 6 months and eating nothing but one tiny meal a day and being a 5'11" man and weighing about 8 stone, they should be happy they have not had to deal with this.
I'm now 24, I'm doing my best to do everything I can to rebuild my life and future and recently took on a new business venture that is already doing very well. I've got my whole life ahead of me and can't wait to enjoy the success.
This was just my 2p's worth

Sorry if it was a little....dark but it is my true story
