Has anyone recorded the live just before he started abusing them lads
Yep and even if he feels like he doesn’t know where to start there’s support there for him!I'm sick of OCD being used as an excuse. I have OCD, amongst other things, and it's hell. It really is. Sometimes I leave the house crying because I feel like my heart is gonna burst from the whirling vortex of tit that my brain is spewing. Sometimes I leave the house and have to return after getting halfway down the street because the door might not actually be locked or I might have left the oven on. I've lost count of the amount of times I've burst into tears at work because something just wasn't right or the intrusive thoughts became too loud...
but I still get up and do my job. I'm still working towards being an RVN. I'm still plodding on forward despite wanting to stay under my covers and not face the day.
He could literally do a part-time job, a few hours a day, to earn a bit of dosh and feel productive, but he chooses not to. If you can go out clubbing, use public toilets, order drinks and get drunk, then you have the capacity to get a job and break up the cycle.
Too content being given benefitsI refuse to feel sorry for people who refuse to help themselves regredless of the circumstances sounds cruel i know![]()
I'm just sad I'm on the same anti depressant as him tbhWhy didn’t he put a description for the sertraline as well?
I know how you feel lovely, I have to take photos of my oven switches being off when I leave for work (even if I’ve not used it) and pics of my unused straighteners not plugged in and it still takes me ages to get out of the house due to repeated checks. I won’t describe anymore as possibly triggering but ocd is like absolute torture..I'm sick of OCD being used as an excuse. I have OCD, amongst other things, and it's hell. It really is. Sometimes I leave the house crying because I feel like my heart is gonna burst from the whirling vortex of tit that my brain is spewing. Sometimes I leave the house and have to return after getting halfway down the street because the door might not actually be locked or I might have left the oven on. I've lost count of the amount of times I've burst into tears at work because something just wasn't right or the intrusive thoughts became too loud...
but I still get up and do my job. I'm still working towards being an RVN. I'm still plodding on forward despite wanting to stay under my covers and not face the day.
He could literally do a part-time job, a few hours a day, to earn a bit of dosh and feel productive, but he chooses not to. If you can go out clubbing, use public toilets, order drinks and get drunk, then you have the capacity to get a job and break up the cycle.
Yep exactly this, guzzling a litre of chocolate milkHe’s live beauts and being boring as duck.
Be nice. He doesn’t like washing up dishes or cleaning upI refuse to feel sorry for people who refuse to help themselves regredless of the circumstances sounds cruel i know![]()