No amount of proof will ever outweigh a “what if” with your ocd. “What if’s” always win.
About a year ago, my husband, kids, puppy and I went on a trip to Pennsylvania. A situation occurred where we all had to use a public restroom, which was absolutely dreadful for me that my kids would be using a public toilet. If you have contamination OCD, I am sure you understand this. there was no choice in the situation so I figured “hey, if we’re going to do this I will use it first and I will sanitize the whole restroom with lysol spray. I’m also going to scrutinize the whole restroom to make sure there’s no blood, no poop, no weird wetness anywhere on the floor, the sink, or the toilet.” This is my normal routine if I’m going to use a restroom before my kids.
As I entered the restroom I checked out everything. I looked at all the things I mentioned above, and then also the doorknob and the floor. While sanitizing everything, I didn’t see anything that would really freak me out.
I had etched in my mind that this bathroom was totally fine to use. I looked at EVERYTHING. I used the toilet and go to wash my hands.
Earlier that morning while we were packing up to leave to head home, I was playing with my puppy. While trying to remove the toy in his mouth, he cut my finger with his tooth enough to where it was bleeding pretty badly and I had it bandaged.
During my visit to the restroom, I noticed my cut needed to be re-wrapped. So I remove the bandage, which I am very uncomfortable doing in a public restroom because I feel like i’m opening myself up to contamination . However, I removed the old bandage and washed in the sink. As I walked across the room for a paper towel, I noticed my hand was still bleeding. I dry my hands and I figured when I get back outside I’ll just get another band-aid from the truck and rebandage outside. I leave the restroom and my child goes in to use the toilet.
Upon returning from the restroom, my daughter says, “Mom, I think there’s blood on the floor in that restroom.”
Shocked I replied, “What do you mean? I checked it out and there was no blood!”
So I go back and I look because I cannot figure out how there could possibly be blood on the floor when I checked so thoroughly. Apparently when I crossed the room to get a paper towel I dripped some blood, and with the water on my hands it gave a red tint across the floor. It was a direct trail from the sink to the paper towels. I realized it was from me, cleaned it up carefully without touching it and returned to the truck to explain to the kids.
Now, I was totally positive that this was my blood. No one went into the bathroom after myself until my child did, I was absolutely sure it was my blood. After we were all finished using the restroom, we were back in the road for another five hours.
About ten minutes pass since leaving the restroom and it’s complete panic in my mind. ” You idiot! What if it wasn’t your blood and you touched it!? I know you are confident it was your blood and you also didn’t touch it, but what if you did? What if it got on your hands somehow and now you’re going to spread hep c or hiv or something else to your kids? What if they stepped in it? What if it wasn’t really yours? What if you just didn’t see it when you went in even though you scrutinized the entire bathroom and sprayed it all down with lysol?”.
NO AMOUNT of proof will EVER outweigh a “what if”. During the time of panic I should have said ” you know what? I’m uncertain about it but if this happens and my kids get sick it’s out of my hands. Right now what am I able to do? Just because they used the bathroom where there was some blood on the floor does not mean that they’re going to get ill and die.”.
I slowly began to calm down but yet I was replaying the moment I walked in the restroom, “could i have missed it?”
I finally after about three hours came to that moment of, “okay. It’s okay. You know it was yours and you have nothing to worry about and just accept it and even if it wasn’t your blood, time will tell and you will deal with what comes at you.”
Here I am, one year later and I don’t give one thought to it. Actually, a day or two after it happened I didn’t give a thought to it. What I’m saying is, in that moment when you have all the proof in the world, you have to trust your mind. You need to trust yourself a little bit. ” What ifs” will come in and they’re going to torment you and they’re going to push you to question it anyway, but trust yourself and accept the uncertainty. With OCD, this is how we get stronger.
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