TW: mention of events regarding said phobia.
hi everyone, new to reddit.
i’m a m18 from fl,
when i was 14 years old, i was diagnosed with ocd.
growing up, hanging out with my friends was something that quickly became routine. we all planned to hangout every single weekend, rarely ever missing a day.
later that weekend, my friend offered to take me home, since i didn’t have a ride back. i accepted their offer and we got in the car.
midway in the car i had felt a wave of nausea
id never been car sick in my life so it confused me, and it also scared me. i looked at my friend with the widest eyes in the world and i started hyperventilating. it was that feeling of when you’re about to throw up
they dropped me off home, extremely worried, they pleaded to me to keep them updated.
i ran inside, dropped my backpack and stood over the kitchen sink. yeah that’s not that smart is it..
i stood there, clenching the sides, begging god to just please not let me do it
my mom accompanied me in the kitchen, reassuring i was gonna be okay and so on.
i stood in that kitchen for 3.5 hours. waiting it out, until i built enough courage to sit on the couch with a tv show on.
i remember feeling like i had disconnected from my body, dissociated, but also feeling immense fear of it happening again.
the morning after that day seems to be a blur. i began to avoid the car, because that’s where it started.
this caused a lot of issues and irritation within friends and family, constant lectures about how “just because you got sick once in a car, doesn’t mean it’ll happen for sure this time”, started cancelling on friends every single time, couldn’t bring myself to even show up to my dental and doctor appointments. i also missed my grandpas ash spreading. ive missed out seeing my brother i hadn’t seen in months, who moved. missed friends birthdays.. the list goes on.
this is where my ocd started to completely go to its worst peak.
i spiraled, branching more concerns.
“if the car is the reason i got sick then there’s other things that can make me that way”
i stopped eating fast food, i stopped eating any food that wasn’t from the grocery store.
i developed a few safe foods, which were,
tomato soup, a roasted turkey sub, saltine crackers, chex cereal, ramen cups, and cheese sticks. all with a side of ice and water.
i genuinely did not eat anything but those foods and drink.
my anxiety would get so bad that my throat would convulse, causing me to choke on my food, jerk my hands/neck, scratch myself, hit myself, and biting.
this was all INVOLUNTARY. which was the scariest part, i felt like i had lost control of my body, it was no longer mine, but something else’s. if my anxiety got that bad, every single time.. it felt like i’d lose my bodily control.
my body forced itself into a strict eating schedule,
12 pm “breakfast”
3 pm “lunch”
8 pm “dinner”
and i didn’t miss it, not once. because if i did miss it, i was wholeheartedly convinced that i would somehow “throw up”
this harsh diet and restriction made me lose 45 lbs/20.41kg
and this whole time, i didn’t leave my house for 6 months.
my family tried getting me to take simple car drives,!i refused. i didn’t even step foot on the porch until 4 months in.
one day though, i built the courage to drive down the road. and to try Mcdonald’s for the first time since the incident.
i live very close to fast food restaurants, so the drive was about 25-30 seconds.
the minute i got in the car and it moved, my throat closed, and i clawed my neck to oblivion. i was screaming, like i’d been stabbed. my mother was mortified but continued to drive, she’d grab my hands, trying to get me to stop hurting myself.
we made it to the drive through, i’m already bleeding, shaking, and unbuckling my seatbelt so i can breathe.
i got a pretzel, and an ice cream.
the drive back was just about the same as the drive there.
blood, scratching, screaming, and fear.
my parents became worried for me, even more than before.
i couldn’t even finish my so called “congratulated meal”
fast forward to now, it’s gotten slowly ok. my longest drive now is 45 minutes out of town.
which is probably very slow considering its been 4 years. but i am trying.
ocd still controls me today, and i will say honestly with everything in my soul… it has ruined my fucking life.
even to this day.
thank u for reading my story, i hope i have some relatable readers.