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I first got dpdr when I was 20, (18yrs ago) I had it in the worst form for nearly three years. I slowly recovered and was me again, life was better than it had ever been, because the recovery makes life even sweeter, I felt so good… for maybe a week or so (dp in recovery process usually goes from chronic to mild to normal) so I got to the normal stage again but little did I know, my friend ocd would make things difficult for me.
I started reading about meditation practices and all that stuff. I read that some relaxation techniques may cause out of body experiences, so naturally my first response was to freak out and then the ocd irrational crap kicks in and basically I spent years after that not being able to relax, like I felt paralysed from feeling good, having fun, feeling happy… I mean it was literally messed up.
I had a son I looked after full time so my focus wasn’t on myself and being able to get help but eventually I did and no one has really been that helpful too be honest but I started training my mind and ocd to become more rational, I overcame all that and I’m able to be happy and obviously there is so much information out there on so many things and when you have had an experience like dp, mixed with ocd and then you’re reading stuff about out of body experiences well it’s a cocktail for a disaster.
Anyway, til this day it haunts me because even though I overcame it all, my ocd doesn’t let me completely forget and keeps certain things linked together so I might experience moments where I’m re living the trauma of feeling paralysed and unable to be happy. Or another one I went through is a stage where I couldn’t do what I’ve done before when I had dp, so I couldn’t dye my hair and I knew this was stupid but until now if I do, I get symptoms of dp back which I don’t have time for, but I’m not dealing with dp now, it’s the ocd that keeps everything alive.
Or another time when I had to keep moving to a new area if I had to move when renting, I had to leave a place I was so happy in and couldn’t go back or my mind would think I was going back in recovery. I don’t know how to be happy since leaving that place. My heart is broken. I have felt truly alone in this unique cocktail of my experience post dp. So many times I just want to end my life but I have kids and I can’t. Some days I feel like all I need is to be understood, to be among people who get it. Who accept me, even when I’m not well at times. That’s all I want. Thanks for reading.
I started reading about meditation practices and all that stuff. I read that some relaxation techniques may cause out of body experiences, so naturally my first response was to freak out and then the ocd irrational crap kicks in and basically I spent years after that not being able to relax, like I felt paralysed from feeling good, having fun, feeling happy… I mean it was literally messed up.
I had a son I looked after full time so my focus wasn’t on myself and being able to get help but eventually I did and no one has really been that helpful too be honest but I started training my mind and ocd to become more rational, I overcame all that and I’m able to be happy and obviously there is so much information out there on so many things and when you have had an experience like dp, mixed with ocd and then you’re reading stuff about out of body experiences well it’s a cocktail for a disaster.
Anyway, til this day it haunts me because even though I overcame it all, my ocd doesn’t let me completely forget and keeps certain things linked together so I might experience moments where I’m re living the trauma of feeling paralysed and unable to be happy. Or another one I went through is a stage where I couldn’t do what I’ve done before when I had dp, so I couldn’t dye my hair and I knew this was stupid but until now if I do, I get symptoms of dp back which I don’t have time for, but I’m not dealing with dp now, it’s the ocd that keeps everything alive.
Or another time when I had to keep moving to a new area if I had to move when renting, I had to leave a place I was so happy in and couldn’t go back or my mind would think I was going back in recovery. I don’t know how to be happy since leaving that place. My heart is broken. I have felt truly alone in this unique cocktail of my experience post dp. So many times I just want to end my life but I have kids and I can’t. Some days I feel like all I need is to be understood, to be among people who get it. Who accept me, even when I’m not well at times. That’s all I want. Thanks for reading.