Me and my DP have been together 18 months. We moved in together 4 months ago, me moving 100 miles away from my family and friends to be with him whilst he is finishing his final year of his degree. It's not as bad as it sounds, we met at this university so I have lived near this area before, but obviously all of my friends I met at uni have graduated and moved back home or onto new places.
About a year ago my DP revealed to me that he has suffered with OCD most of his life. This isn't the typ of OCD where he feels the need to clean constantly or organise everything. He suffers with constant bad thoughts of things that might happen. He says it's like when you watch a bad movie and you feel petrified, well he says his brain is like that all the time. He can't switch off from it.
I am trying to be sympathetic but I'm finding it hard and wondering if I have made the wrong decision in moving in with him. The OCD gets worse as the day goes on, so in the mornings I see the man I fell in love with. He deals with the bad thoughts by squealing, shouting, jumping or grabbing his collar on his top, tensing his face, shaking and completely disappearing into himself.
Every evening I have to deal with him jumping around, shouting and squealing. Certain things make it worse, like cooking, doing housework etc. Sometimes he will be halfway through doing something and give up and I have to step in. I have been through a pretty bad time of it myself recently. Moving house, starting a new job that has turned out to be awful, having to work away from home lots and I'm finding it exhausting. I wish I had the choise to just not do things. To just not cook or wash up or make the bed. But I have to do it, otherwise we would live in a mess.
It's got to the point though where I can't even watch what I want on tv because it makes him scared. It's funny how it's always the things I want to watch that we have to turn over. Or we have to listen to what he wants on the radio, at midnight when I am trying to get to sleep because 'he needs it to relax'. I feel so trapped in my own home.
The ironic thing is one of his fears is that I'll leave him, but by him having this fear and reacting to it it's making me fucking miserable. I should point out that he's had CBT before, which worked, but apparently the NHS counsellor up here is rubbish. And he has been on medication but it makes him very forgetful which he has had to stop because it impacted on his degree.