I do it all the time, telling my life story to whoever lends an ear even when I see them watch for the time and looking around for an excuse to leave.
Even here I write long posts about nothing, things that happened in the past, things that no one should be interested in, including myself.
I lost a shyteload of friendships that way. I am incorrigible.
Also, all the roumours about me at at least partially true. I have my heart on my sleeve and all the personal information out there for all to see. Sometimes I feel like I need a brain replacement, not for the illness, but just for this specific behaviour I cannot refrain from.
It s the same here. I do the same. I used to tell people about my illness. Big big mistake. The first thing they think :this person is crazy.
A big mistake
Half-digested truths, thatās what is wrong with it. Also very personal information that people can use against me, or which will make them automatically discriminate against me.
Well, I neverā¦think about it that way. Obviously I am not OCD, but the notion of compulsive behaviour never occurred to me before. Yes, it is a compulsion, I always read about those but never seemed to make the connection. I am not obsessive too much, but compulsive yessir. I feel like I canāt breathe or focus on anything else until I do this or that thing, like telling the whole story for example.
Thanks for the insight I just had. Very well spotted, sir.
Next question is, I guess, how do you treat compulsions?
Did anyone here get rid of one and lived to tell the story?
Try to distract yourself with something else is one way.
One of my compulsions is checking if water tap is off . Iāll check it 3 taps or turn on the handle then check underneath once. If it doesnāt āfeelā right I do it again. Sometimes Ive gotten stuck there and do it like 20 something times. Always in 3s or 6s 9s etc.
I can even see its off. But Iāll check again.
Itās all related to the āfeelingā
Itās annoying as heck. It gets worse when Iām stressed or Iām going on an outing somewhere.
Iāve tamed it before and stopped doing it for a while but it always ends up reverting back. I stopped it by telling myself who cares. Just self talk that it doesnāt matter.
When I was 19 years old, I went into a mental hospital.
Time after time some person in the mental hospital came to get information from me. I was encouraged to think if I wanted their help, I should tell the truth and whole truth to every stranger who asked me questions.
Sometimes ideas need time to germinate before they can be exposed in a good way. I push, too, to āopen upā to people, especially on this forum. Here, people are more likely to understand. I agree that it has all the markings of compulsive confessing. But, hey, if we bore one another, we can say so.
Call hotlines instead of talking to friends
I did that thousands of times and one day I was satisfied
I no longer need to share with other people much of anything about me
āDonāt bite the hand that feeds you.ā I donāt know what the hell that means or why I wrote it, but it sounds good, lol.
Easy, itās called a finger. In other words, you have control of your finger, donāt let it type too much information. Donāt let it type something you donāt like. Another gem from 77nick77, lol.
obviously I give tmi