I'm just feeling a bit sad and thought writing it down would help - I am feeling fragile (hormonal, tired, genuinely just upset - who knows but I've been in the bedroom in tears) so I think I need a little bit of kindness.
I have OCD and anxiety and have been on fluoxetine for around 18 months, and for the most part I am handling it really well. However, I cannot go in the car with my DP. I am sorry for how long this is, but I wanted to give backstory rather than drip feed;
With my OCD I have crippling emetophobia (fear of vomit / vomiting). I have had that issue since I was a child, but thought it was normal because who wants to be sick or be around sick - nobody. I've managed it pretty well throughout my life, I don't eat out, I wash my hands, I keep my distance from people who are potentially ill, I avoid nightclubs etc. I kind of just lived with it. But 2 years ago I was on the bus home from work when a woman 3 seats away from me projectile vomited everywhere - this caused a mental breakdown. I had a panic attack, was let off the bus and walked 2 miles home with shaky legs, hysterical and sobbing. I got home and my memory is hazy because this is when I was in crisis, but I was doing all sorts of 'routines' and actions that I felt would stop me catching a bug / vomiting myself - taking activated charcoal, washing every part of me, I am ashamed to say I rubbed inside my nose with hand sanitiser and poured myself a cup of diluted bleach to 'clean my insides'. My DP stepped in at this point and I went to bed exhausted. From this point I stopped eating as I was convinced the only reason I wasn't vomiting is because I was empty. I lost 2.5 stone and became severely underweight.
Eventually my DP forced me to the doctors, and this is when I was diagnosed with OCD and an eating disorder. I was put on fluoxetine, given a course of CBT and had to have fortnightly face to face appointments where I'd be weighed and my mental health reviewed to see whether I needed to be admitted anywhere. It was a really tough time in my life and I don't really have a full memory of everything.
During this time, on the way back home from a particularly difficult doctors appointment, my DP gagged in the car. Just one of those things - he'd eaten too much or something. But in my mental state, it took me straight back to the woman on the bus and I had an almighty panic attack - I really thought I was dying.
Following this, I have barely been in the car with him since. It must have been about 18 months now. I am fully aware of how ridiculous that sounds and I wish it wasn't my truth - I'm sat here now crying about it. When I am in a car, I feel claustrophobic and trapped in general, but with him it's like I am on edge waiting for him to gag or vomit and it culminates in a panic attack. It's a huge trigger for me and it's holding me (and realistically, us) back so much - it gets me so incredibly down I can't even really put it into words. We live together, we're trying to plan our wedding and I am so pathetic I cannot get into his car.
I finally went to the Doctors today for an appointment I've had booked for 6 weeks, to chat about this anxiety and the fact I cannot get in the car with him. It was also meant to be a bit of a general review of my OCD and medication but also to see what more I could do to hopefully improve and ultimately go back to normality with my DP. I needed help.
My appointment wasn't with my usual doctor but someone brand new. Someone who had clearly not looked at my medical history or had any knowledge of my diagnosis and medications. I explained my feelings and wondering what more options I have - unfortunately I started crying which I am frustrated about as maybe I couldn't explain myself as clearly as I had intended to.
The doctor just looked at me - whilst I am sat there in tears and asking for help - smirking. Didn't offer me a tissue from the box on his desk. Didn't acknowledge what I was saying. Didn't mention my OCD or my current medication. Just prescribed me sertraline and booked a telephone review in 2 weeks.
I've come out of the appointment feeling lost, and even more pathetic. I don't know what I was expecting, I think at this point I'm looking for a miracle.
I don't even know what I am posting this for or whether any of it makes sense. I just wish I could get in the car with my DP like a normal fucking human. I wish my brain wasn't broken. I wish I didn't have OCD. I wish I could function like a normal human. I am so, so exhausted of living like this every day. I'm so guilty for the impact on my DP, our relationship and our days. I feel pointless, I am a burden to him. I've had CBT therapy and it didn't help me one bit. I feel like I'm all out of options and I'm lost.