The treat of the weekend was that my OCD behaved itself. It wasn't gone by any means, but I did stuff that I haven't done in a long time. I shared food, not just something I could split, but we all shared some amazing chocolate mousse. I don't share food because one of my biggest OCD fears is fever blisters. Our friends have a dog and I handled that amazingly well. I even let him lick my clothes and didn't worry about it. Most importantly, I knew that our friends were out in the world and touched things in their home without using my OCD rules, and yet, I felt completely comfortable there. I still hand sanitized like crazy, I still showered after our day at the Smithsonian. But I felt so much better about so many little things that usually get me into an OCD frenzy.
The weekend was a blessing. But it also made me sad. It was a taste of freedom and when I came home, I felt like I was headed back to prison. But I think that maybe I've held onto just a bit of the momentum that came from the weekend. It was so nice to be just a bit more free, to taste just a slice of something ever so slightly more normal.
To our friends - Thank you for the great weekend! We love and miss you!
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