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  I was just a little five year old boy waiting in line to be let into my first grade class. It was 1953 at a Chicago Elementary school named De-Witt Clinton located on the north side of the city where I grew up. It was the first day of the semester and I did not know many of the forty or so kids in line also waiting to go to their first day of class.   For no reason a boy I had never seen before walked in front of me and said "Hey kid, ever been kicked in the balls?" "No", I innocently answered.   He then kicked me squarely in my small crotch. I doubled over in pain, went down, and started to cry.   As I caught my breath and stood up the last thing on my mind was hitting or retaliating against him. I was too scared and ashamed.  The other kids standing around laughed at my misery. They taunted me mercilessly. "Fight, fight, fight," they screamed. I felt humiliated and victimized. I already knew what bullying was and had seen it done to othe...

I am someone who understands inner torment and can connect to many people who suffer from depression, anxiety, and addictions.  The right person and the right words can be critical to finding relief.  I am a retired, single male of 72. I  understand people like me and may be able to help you.  I am a lifelong sufferer of addiction including, ocd, impulse disorder, adhd,  compulsive gambling, sex and love junkie.  I have tried it all and found talk therapy works best. Contact me. Coach Dave Free 1 hour consultation

It's computer dummy heaven today. I just figured out how to fix my laptop all by myself. It only required batteries but normally I would not have been able to even find where the batteries go. My new OCD mindfulness gave me a bonus. I am a 72 year old geezer but giddy as if I had just stolen my first high school kiss. A fortunate life has been my blessing. But, as my mother used to say, "your worst enemy cannot do to you what you can do to yourself." What a merciless self-assaulter I have been. We are talking mentally, The pain from a broken brain is ferocious. I remember trying to lay my dead tired eight-year-old body in bed and go to sleep. But I couldn't. The pillow would not line up to my satisfaction with a thin line on the headboard. So, I would keep popping up out of bed like a jumping jack for hours on end trying to set the pillow exactly the way I wanted it. I would finally just flop into the bed, drenched in sweat, and then pass out because my little body...

  It's computer dummy heaven today. I just figured out how to fix my laptop all alone. It only required batteries but normally I would not have been able to even find where the batteries go. My new OCD mindfulness gave me a bonus. I am a 72 year old geezer but giddy as if I had just stole my first high school kiss. A fortunate life has been my blessing. But, as my mother used to say "your worst enemy cannot do to you what you can do to yourself." What a merciless self assaulter I have been. We are talking mentally, The pain from a broken brain is ferocious. I remember trying to lay my dead tired eight year old body in bed and go to sleep but I couldn't. The pillow would not line up to my satisfaction with a thin line on the headboard. So, I would keep popping up out of bed like a jumping jack for hours on end trying to line up the pillow exactly the way I wanted it. I would finally just flop into the bed drenched in sweat and pass out because my little body was so exh...

How about some real time (OCD) obsessive compulsive disorder talk? I have been tormented and tortured by it almost my entire 72 male years. I have pure OCD as it is known.  I do not need to keep checking the door to see of it is locked or checking the stove to see if it is turned off, or wash my hands a million times a day. My misery is different. I must confront people who I think have insulted me. Fear is my constant companion because my whole deal is connected to confrontation. Doing fearful things so I can get the fearful thing off my mind are my boulders to carry..  So, if someone tells me to go fuck myself, or they say they think I stink at golf or if I feel that I must defend someone's honor who is a friend or loved one who has been insulted or abused, or the music next door is too loud or someone slams a door too hard or tons of other things happen than I become incapacitated.  I sit and ruminate about what I can do to resolve the problem. I cannot function while ...

Obsessive, compulsive disorder is a brutal mental illness which affects a very small part of the population.  In the US, about 1.1% of the people have it and it is evenly split between males and females. Over 2.2 million individuals are afflicted.  It is so simple to understand but brutally hard to deal with. The entire condition is based on thoughts.  Just thoughts.  So think different thoughts you say and you are cured.?  Ha-ha !! No. No. No. Don't forget, just because you resolve one OCD symptom you do not get rid of the entire disorder. So, the trick is to learn how to deal with your OCD by not acting out in all the goofy ways you do now.  Acting out does not work. I am now having an urge to call someone on the phone which would likely create a problem. At minimum, it would start an OCD cycle where I would have to start calling and calling trying to get my problem with this person resolved. The problem is I have no real problem with him. The problem is ...

I finally sneezed today. I had not sneezed in exactly 19 days. I was going crazy with anxiety. In the midst of this coronavirus pandemic, unemployment in the millions, a crashing stock market, and brutal world conditions I sat in my apartment and was entirely consumed with thoughts of waiting for when I would sneeze. Yes. This is not a stranger than fiction piece of creative writing. It is about me in mental torment because of this strange, rare, hardly researched condition that has destroyed much of my life.  My inability to sneeze is not new. It seems logical that each time it happens and than when I finally blast out a sneeze I should be cured. But, over many years it does not work that way.  The problem just rebuilds again very soon after a sneeze finally comes. Then, soon after a few aborted sneezes I am back sitting and obsessing about the next sneeze I want so desperately to happen no matter what real legitimate problems I have going on. It is so sick.  Once...

I'm a 71 year old male and I have suffered from (obsessive compulsive disorder) (ocd) since I was about 8 years old.  A terrifying image of myself standing over my bed, dead tired, and continually jumping in and out of it but not being able to rest comes to mind.   I was tormented then because my pillow was not precisely centered along a thin line that ran vertically from the top to the bottom of the headboard. It was driving me crazy trying trying to center it perfectly.  I believed bad things would happen if I did not get it perfectly aligned. Fear and superstition were then and are still now the root of all obsessive compulsive disorders.   My tired little body was no match for my twisted mind which kept commanding me to get up again and again and line the pillow up better.   Sweat streamed down my face and soaked my pajamas as I continued to jump in and out of bed trying to get that uncooperative pillow aligned to the satisfaction of...

I have a weird, unusual, condition. I continually get stuck sneezes. I get the urge to sneeze. I go Ahhh but the Choo will not come. This has been happening almost everyday for about the last eight months. I do occasionally complete a sneeze. It seems I finally sneeze just about the time I am totally out of my mind from not being able to do so. I have researched this problem for hundreds of hours. No good answers. I have discovered a very rare condition named “Asneezia” that kind of describes my problem. I am sure this condition is psychological. I have not sneezed in the last 5 weeks. I have only sneezed a total of about 5 times in the last eight months. I get the urge to but then I cannot release the sneeze. It is like an orgasm that cannot be completed. . I have asked everyone I know including various Doctors and they have no answer. Everyone tells me it is totally irrelevant whether a person ever sneezes or does not sneeze long as they do not try to stifle it. That can p...

Same old OCD torment again.. This urge to confront a guy I play softball with is  overwhelming.. I know that nothing good could come of it. I do not have anything against this guy.. But, I feel I must act out again to prove some kind of distorted courage to myself..  I am all overwhelmed and anxiety ridden about seeing him on the field tomorrow. It feels like there can be no relief unless I confront him about a perceived issue that he already apologized for. It is the same lifelong urge that makes an ocd person  check the lights or the stove or do a million other things to feel relief.. Only mine can get dangerous because I need apologies or physical  contact to get relief.. Usually, that only makes the  OCD . urge more complicated.  Fear of the feeling of anxiety eating away is my issue. So, I get  a reckless idea as to how to relieve it. Many times the solutions are dangerous. I have ended up in the hospital, in jail, in mental wards, an...