As it turns out, I am the kind of person who needs/goes to a support group. I thought I would hate it. I thought it would be lame. Actually, I thought that I would get there and then leave before actually going into the meeting, so I asked my boyfriend to go with me. He’s amazing, so of course he said he would. I knew that if he went with me, I would have to go in. He wouldn’t let me turn around and leave.
I didn’t realize that my therapist was going to be there. She told me about it, but for some reason I didn’t think she was actually involved. It was a relief to walk in and immediately see her familiar face! That’s another reason I brought my boyfriend. I can be social if I really put a lot of effort into it, but I am terrified of having to be social with a bunch of people I don’t know. I am no good at meeting new people.
I had all these ideas about what a support group is. I thought it would be a bunch of people sitting in a circle taking turns telling their stories (Hi, my name is ___ and I have OCD…). You know, like in the movies. We did get a chance to tell our stories, but it wasn’t in some awkward format. I cannot express how thankful I am for that. I hate being the center of attention. The last thing I wanted to do was go into a lengthy story about my struggle with OCD while a bunch of strangers looked at me, evaluating me and my disorder. It was just a bunch of people talking about their common problem: OCD. It was amazing. I immediately felt so comfortable. It didn’t take long for me to jump into the conversation.
Technically, I know people who have (or probably have) OCD. I don’t know anyone who has actually been diagnosed or treated for OCD, though. I don’t know anyone who is fighting the same battle I am fighting. I don’t know anyone who knows, much less understands, the anxiety I purposefully face every day now. Last night, though, I met a handful of people who know what I’m going through. I can’t wait for the next meeting! I’m sad it’s a month away.
One of the women there also mentioned a Dallas OCD meetup. I looked it up today. Their next even is in early August. I’m going to try to check it out. It’s a different format, but I think that’ll be nice. They meet at a restaurant for dinner and talk, not necessarily just about OCD.
I thought embracing a support group would be an admission of weakness, but it’s not. It’s a sign of strength. I don’t just go in weak and expect them to help me. I also offer my support to them. It’s shared support. I am that kind of person.