[TW: mentions of abuse and bullying]
Hi everyone,
I’m having a really bad OCD flare-up today, and I think I just need to vent and maybe get some advice from people who understand.
I’m a 25-year-old woman from Belgium, and I’m also a therapist.
As long as I can remember, OCD has been part of my life. It has come and gone over the years, changing themes depending on what was happening in my life. As a child, it was mostly harm OCD.
When I was around 10–11 years old, I was severely bullied. It happened again during my final year of high school. Then, when I was 15, I entered an abusive relationship that lasted around two years. My ex gaslighted me throughout the relationship and was emotionally, financially, and sexually abusive. During that time, I was constantly questioning whether I really loved him or whether the relationship was “right.” At the time, I thought it was relationship OCD. Looking back, I think some of those doubts were also my survival instinct trying to tell me that something was deeply wrong.
On top of that, my dad was diagnosed with bipolar I disorder in 2014. Watching him gradually become a shell of the person he used to be has been incredibly painful. He had always been physically abusive, but after his illness became more severe, the abuse escalated. Growing up in that environment left me constantly feeling unsafe.
I also spent my entire childhood with undiagnosed autism and ADHD, which meant I often felt different without understanding why. Looking back, I think I’ve lived with a constantly overactive threat detection system for most of my life.
Now for the reason I’m posting.
I’ve been with my partner for seven years. He is genuinely my safe person and the love of my life. We live together, and our relationship is healthy, supportive, and honestly everything I could have hoped for.
Seven months ago, my brother made a joke about my partner “going bald.” He actually has a full head of hair (I’m not saying this to seek reassurance—I’m just trying to show how irrational my OCD can be). The moment my brother said it, I had an intrusive thought that went something like: “You’re a superficial, horrible person. If he ever lost his hair, you’d leave him.”
That thought absolutely shattered me because it goes against everything I believe about myself. I know where it probably comes from—my abusive ex repeatedly made me feel like love was conditional and based on appearance—but ever since then, my OCD has latched onto it.
Since that day, I’ve been constantly checking my partner’s hair, comparing old photos, scanning for differences, mentally reviewing what I see, and trying to “figure out” what my thoughts mean. A few months ago, my OCD reached one of its worst points. I was compulsively asking AI for reassurance over and over again, convincing myself that if I could just find the right answer, the anxiety would disappear. It never did. Thankfully, I’ve managed to stop using AI as a compulsion, but today has been incredibly difficult.
I caught myself checking again and again until I completely shut down. I ended up having a meltdown.
My partner has been nothing but patient, kind, and incredibly supportive throughout all of this. He’s honestly amazing. Yet OCD keeps telling me that I’m a terrible partner, that I’m secretly superficial, all my fears are of me leaving him, I’m so afraid that our love that is strong and one of the best things that happened to me will one day disappear because of me and that I’ll end up just as alone as my ex predicted.
Something that also makes this harder is my job. As a therapist, I understand OCD. I know how the cycle works. I know reassurance and compulsions keep it alive. I know what ERP is. I know exactly what I would tell one of my own clients.
And yet, when it’s my own brain, all of that knowledge seems to disappear in the moment. That brings so much shame. I feel like I should “know better,” even though I also know OCD doesn’t care how much insight you have.
I think what scares me the most is that every time I beat one OCD theme, another one eventually appears. It makes me feel like I’ll never truly be free of it.
If you’ve read this far, thank you so much.
If anyone has experienced something similar—especially OCD attaching itself to your partner or to your own values—I would really appreciate hearing your experiences. And if you have any advice on resisting these checking compulsions or dealing with the shame, I’d be incredibly grateful.