Thank you!!!!!
@bellbird and
@freebird :D
Today was a hard (and good??) day, so I really appreciate the support!
I spent five hours trying to convince myself that because I am VERY frightened of the shower tonight, it would be okay to go to bed without a shower. But I didn’t want to dirty the clean clothes. I feel everything else is contaminated.
Anyway, I’m very very triggered today. I’m not really sure where to start. The weird dream, I guess, but also my aunts suddenly coming over who are a long story I’d have to explain but without much detail because it’s a long story.
I found yet another cockroach in my mom’s house, this time in the kitchen. Bad sign. One molt away from being a full adult, possibly. Gave her a careful look-over, determined she is not a native Tennessee cockroach. VERY bad sign. VERY VERY bad. So bad I started getting very upset. But didn’t know how to show it, but realized my intrusive thoughts may be catastrophizing — so went into scientist mode, I guess? Not sure what happened... anyway, she turned out to be super sweet for a cockroach. She didn’t run away at all after I snapped into calm science mode. Or whatever. Thought that was very interesting. She kinda just walked into my paper towel funnel and let her antenae touch the air, maybe smelling my breath or something. Not sure! She turned sideways and lifted her head up. Her eyes were tiny beads. I loved them. Nothing like a cricket face at all.
And that’s when I realized (again) that if you identify with something, you can’t kill it. So we kind of just stared at each other, except I doubt she realized my hands were part of anything else. They’re not the least intelligent insect by any means, but they aren’t exactly logical.
....Anyway. I couldn’t figure out if I should battle my OCD Part I or my fear of showers or my OCD Part II... i eventually gave in to habit and decided to shower.
Most. Stressful. Shower. I have ever had. But at least I felt like I could touch my Clean Sleep Only Outfit.
Even though I could barely touch the towels.
And before anyone says it, the cockroach herself was not a trigger. She’s cool. The fact that she’s an invasive species sometimes immune to pesticides who chose this house? Not cool. That combined with the visiting aunts who I refuse to admit trigger the f*ck out of me (mostly indirectly?), the forced relaxing of a boundary in a weird way I didn’t want to disagree with nor discuss, my mom verbally abusing a cat after telling me about my brother-in-law calling my two-year-old nephew a “f*cking sissy” to his face, and more — this was a weird day. Also filled with assuring my sister at the park today that the male ducks forcing themselves on a female one was not rape.
It’s really not, by the way. She was perfectly okay. So were the males. It was not a violent crime. No worries.
Also had a disturbing dream with someone I know in it. He turned out to be my neighbor next door — only he looked like the pedo? Anyway, I haven’t touched another human in several days and I think my brain was just trying to simulate some affection — nothing sexual happened. But being able to lean on someone and close my eyes and give a hug. That hasn’t happened for years.
Not that I’m complaining — I think OCD work will fix this a bit. My OCD has gotten insane all of a sudden.
Also a pretty good day, too. Went to the park! Saw a female duck with a male duck she decided to let follow her everywhere — super cute. Gifted them some berries. Went to yoga.
YOGA IS MUCH EASIER WHEN YOU AREN’T DEPRESSED. My muscles are still weak but now I can follow along pretty well! As long as I don’t agree to large meals beforehand.
I’m glad I’m doing the yoga. It’s nice to have a time to relax with all this chaos going on. I’m genuinely concerned I might have gone crazy without it. It literally took me five hours — from 10pm-3am — to decide if I was going to shower or try to go to bed without a shower.
Mostly because three water jugs were in front of the shower. I don’t understand why that frightened me so much. But it did so badly that I locked Nestle in another room for safety? I don’t understand..