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Can You Laugh About Your OCD?

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Have you seen this clip of Maria Bamford and Lena Dunham talking about their OCD symptoms? Maybe it’s because I follow a lot of pages related to OCD, but I feel like I keep running across it. At any rate, as uncomfortable as it can be to watch something like this, I’m glad these two women were honest about their obsessions and compulsions, and that Lena specifically pointed out that hers weren’t as simple as needing an organized closet.

And maybe it’s because OCD and I are so intimate with each other, but I didn’t actually laugh at this clip–even though it’s been described as hilarious. I think it’s important to have a sense of humor about our hardships, but I’m just not there. When I talk in front of a group about my worst obsessions and depression, I still get choked up. And I noticed that Lena and Maria weren’t very lighthearted about it all, either.

How about you? Are you at a place in recovery where you can laugh about your struggles? What if someone else laughed? I’ll say this: I am at a point where I realize how ridiculous some of my fears were. But I haven’t forgotten how they made me feel.

Here’s to hoping we all get to the point where we can have a good laugh. Less pain and embarrassment is a great start.

 

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Lena Dunham, NBC News, and Me

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So I’ve waited a while to post this NBCnews.com article I was interviewed for, and I’ll tell you why: I have OCD. Hold on, you already knew that. I have OCD, and I’m a proofreader, and there are mistakes in my section of the article! I haven’t been able to let it go. I can’t tell you how many times I returned to it in the first several weeks after it was published, hoping the errors had been fixed. It was almost becoming another obsession. I’m not 36 (I’m 35) and I babysat (not babysit) all through college–but I digress.

I’m glad I was able to share a bit of my story with a fairly broad base of readers, especially since I ended up so comfortable with the woman who interviewed me that I spilled the “secret” that one of my worst obsessions was that I’d inappropriately touch a child. More people need to know that that’s a symptom of OCD; I can’t even describe the toll those obsessions took on me until I knew I had a treatable disorder.

As embarrassing as it can be to talk about these things, spreading awareness wins out for me. And not to be selfish or anything, but talking about it and writing about it is like ERP for me, too.