sun seeker
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I've heard this is an OCD thing, but I'm not sure if I have OCD. I have a really extreme, irrational fear of harming other people by making the wrong choices or being negligent. It causes me great distress. I'm not sure if this is just another manifestation of hypervigilance, or what.
I do private home support for old and disabled people. Not a lot of hours, thank goodness. I could use the money, but the stress... There is no one better to hire if you want the job done thoroughly and your loved one kept safe, but no one ever guesses what it takes out of me to make sure of that. The spasms of fear that go through me at least several times an hour while I'm at work, and often almost constantly. Some of the things I worry about are clearly irrational and I can decide to ignore them, at least on a good day. What is really a problem is in the greyer areas where it's potentially possible that there is a concern, even though most people wouldn't worry about it. Example: I scratched my nose, then touched the table. Oh no - this person with a delicate immune system might touch it, touch their mouth, catch pneumonia, and die, and it will be all my fault. Even though I don't have so much as a cold and only scratched the outside of my nose. So I'd better disinfect the table. But what if the disinfectant is toxic and that makes the person sick? Better use it anyway. Wait - maybe it's ammonia based, even though it doesn't say so on the bottle. They don't always say. And this rag I'm about to use - did I use it with a chlorine-based product last week? Better wash the rag first. And again, and again, and again, and again. Okay. Now put the cleaner on the rag, and wipe the table. Then wash the rag. Over and over. Then find a place to air it out that isn't anywhere near where I might have used another cleaning product. Then get another rag and wash the cleaning fluid off the table. Then, I'm still not sure, so stay in the room for the next half hour (while doing something else productive) so if any molecules of ammonia and bleach are going to mix to create a toxic gas, I'll be the one bowled over, not my client. All the while there is stark terror washing through me like waves. And meanwhile I've found three more things to go into paroxysms of fear over simultaneously.
Sound crazy? It is. But this is just a small sample of what I go through at work on a regular basis. And it doesn't only happen at work.
I've reduced the symptoms with some things, things like locking the door at night. I am now able to really pay attention while locking each door, maybe say to myself out loud that it is locked, then go do something else, maybe calm myself with some deep breathing, and sit with the discomfort and the urge to go check it again without giving in. But when it comes to other people's safety, and to situations where there is the smallest doubt that the situation really is safe, this doesn't work. It seems to me that normal people have a sense of when enough is enough, and can tolerate some amount of uncertainty, as in "Well, I've done what I could, and if something goes wrong I'll deal with it then." But I feel like I'm lacking that sense of what is a reasonable amount of precaution. I could always do more, right? And that if something went wrong and someone was hurt because of me, I could not stand it.
I rarely make others aware of my turmoil, but once in a while I can't help myself, and I'm afraid it drives people nuts, or makes them think I'm crazy, or both.
Am I the only one? Where the heck does this come from?
I do private home support for old and disabled people. Not a lot of hours, thank goodness. I could use the money, but the stress... There is no one better to hire if you want the job done thoroughly and your loved one kept safe, but no one ever guesses what it takes out of me to make sure of that. The spasms of fear that go through me at least several times an hour while I'm at work, and often almost constantly. Some of the things I worry about are clearly irrational and I can decide to ignore them, at least on a good day. What is really a problem is in the greyer areas where it's potentially possible that there is a concern, even though most people wouldn't worry about it. Example: I scratched my nose, then touched the table. Oh no - this person with a delicate immune system might touch it, touch their mouth, catch pneumonia, and die, and it will be all my fault. Even though I don't have so much as a cold and only scratched the outside of my nose. So I'd better disinfect the table. But what if the disinfectant is toxic and that makes the person sick? Better use it anyway. Wait - maybe it's ammonia based, even though it doesn't say so on the bottle. They don't always say. And this rag I'm about to use - did I use it with a chlorine-based product last week? Better wash the rag first. And again, and again, and again, and again. Okay. Now put the cleaner on the rag, and wipe the table. Then wash the rag. Over and over. Then find a place to air it out that isn't anywhere near where I might have used another cleaning product. Then get another rag and wash the cleaning fluid off the table. Then, I'm still not sure, so stay in the room for the next half hour (while doing something else productive) so if any molecules of ammonia and bleach are going to mix to create a toxic gas, I'll be the one bowled over, not my client. All the while there is stark terror washing through me like waves. And meanwhile I've found three more things to go into paroxysms of fear over simultaneously.
Sound crazy? It is. But this is just a small sample of what I go through at work on a regular basis. And it doesn't only happen at work.
I've reduced the symptoms with some things, things like locking the door at night. I am now able to really pay attention while locking each door, maybe say to myself out loud that it is locked, then go do something else, maybe calm myself with some deep breathing, and sit with the discomfort and the urge to go check it again without giving in. But when it comes to other people's safety, and to situations where there is the smallest doubt that the situation really is safe, this doesn't work. It seems to me that normal people have a sense of when enough is enough, and can tolerate some amount of uncertainty, as in "Well, I've done what I could, and if something goes wrong I'll deal with it then." But I feel like I'm lacking that sense of what is a reasonable amount of precaution. I could always do more, right? And that if something went wrong and someone was hurt because of me, I could not stand it.
I rarely make others aware of my turmoil, but once in a while I can't help myself, and I'm afraid it drives people nuts, or makes them think I'm crazy, or both.
Am I the only one? Where the heck does this come from?