F*ck You, I Won't Do What You Tell Me
Never had a problem kicking alcohol, cigarettes, pot, prescription pain killers, benzos - but OCD - major, major problem.
OCD and perfectionism have been the bane of my existence; my poison; my downfall.
OCD is fundamentally addictive behaviour, and has the potential to be as equally as destructive as other addictive behaviours.
I know that some people use medication to manage their OCD. I personally, could never entertain doing this. To me it would be the same as using anti-depressants to manage alcoholism or drug addiction.
OCD is a maladaptive reaction to fear. The little voice says: 'do this or this will happen'. It's basically extortion. In my view the only way to beat it is to make a stand, and not react to the little voice. I used to use a line from the Rage Against the Machine song Killing in the Name Off as a kind of mantra in dealing with my OCD:
'F*ck you, I won't do what you tell me.'
Fear operates on deception. The extreme consequences that are threatened by OCD compulsions are generally ungrounded (i.e. you're car probably isn't going to explode if you don't say three Hail Mary's before you fill up the tank.) When you stop reacting, you stop feeding the fear and the deception. With time, the power of the compulsion diminishes, and you’re left with a very satisfying feeling of peace and self mastery.
Be warned. Like with any addiction, the longer you feed the beast, the bigger and more powerful he grows, and the more it will take for you to subdue him. Further, like with any addiction, you never stop being OC, it will always be there in the background, waiting for an opportunity to take control again. They say that 'vigilance is the price of eternal freedom' - Very true with respect to addiction; very true with respect to OCD. You give an inch, it takes a mile. Getting it under control is only part of the battle. You need to keep it there, and that takes daily discipline, strength and courage.
Unfortunately, I wasn't disciplined enough...