One more session with my therapist and I shall be ready to take on the world. I have to say that at the beginning I wasnt sure that CBT (Cognitive Behavioural Therapy) was gonna work out. After all I have had 20 years with this problem, how can less than 20 sessions possibly rid me of my OCD, or even come close to reducing the problem? And how can someone so obviously much younger than me possibly give me any therapy, (a fact of life that as you age everyone in a postion of trust is suddenly only 12).
Well of course OCD never goes away, like any disorder it is always there in the background, and certain aspects come in useful, such as cleaning, and liking things in order, neat, tidy. But suprisingly it has worked and life has certainly gotten better for me over the last few months. I now have the strategies to deal with my problem when it flares up in the future, because I have no illusions that it will magically go away, and I know that in times of stress I will want to revert to old habits and rituals.
At the risk of sounding like an Oscar acceptance speech, there are people I want to thank for supporting me through all of this, and of course for the anticipated help I will need in the coming months. Sometimes it was just a quick text to see how I was doing, others "talked me down" from cleaning the roof tiles (you think Im joking but Im not). Others gave me the tools to live my life with this disorder, not allow it to continue to dictate what I could and couldnt do.
Right Im off to clean.....just kidding, back to bed I think.
The Ladybird
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