Sometimes OCD makes you worry about the most ironic things.  I remember when I first started with an Exposure Response Prevention (ERP) group I was worried that I wasn’t OCD-enough.  I had already had a consultation session with the therapist running the group but yet I still worried that I wasn’t supposed to be there.  Not in an I-Don’t-Want-To-Be-Crazy-Enough-To-Be-In-This-Group sort of way, but in a What-If-I’m-Fooling-Everyone-And-I-Don’t-Actually-Have-OCD way.  Which makes no sense. My OCD was essentially making me worry that I wouldn’t be “cool” enough to fit in at OCD group therapy.

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Another odd one I encountered was toward the end of my time attending the group.  I started to notice improvements, and notice that I was able to catch myself early if I started new obsessions.  You would think I would be elated and feel so free.  Now don’t get me wrong, I am so thankful for that group, it changed my life!  But for some reason I kept noticing an odd desire to hold on to a little bit of my OCD.  It was almost like I didn’t know who I was without it.  I worried that my OCD would completely go away (HAH!) and I would be a totally different person.  And even though OCD can be very difficult and very isolating, here I was bonding with people over it and feeling like I fit in somewhere (and who doesn’t like to fit in?).

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Point being: OCD makes you worry about OCD *le sigh*

What are some ironic worries that OCD has caused you to have?