OCD Recovery, Cinema Strife & Willpower

I haven’t felt like my blogging ‘mojo’ has been with me the last few weeks. Gargantuan efforts are being used to even keep me sitting at this MacBook, forcing my fingers to flow over the keys and tell you all how I am. ‘Life updates’ are something that should be reserved for ‘life events’ like marriage, pregnancy, a new job, moving house, graduating from college. Blah. Blah. Blah.

So instead of a life update, let’s just say that things have been, as they always seem to be lately, pretty topsy turvy. I have been involved in a lot of media work over the last few months from filming the Channel 5 documentary, Me & My Mental Illness, taking part in various radio interviews with the BBC and attending the Mind Media Awards at the Troxy in London. It might all seem fantastic on the outside, and when I’m in the middle of it all, busy and occupied, it feels brilliant. However, when the dust settles, when I’m in the Uber home, when the Tube is packed and I’m left with my thoughts, I retreat to ‘normality’ where I’m 24, unemployed, frustrated and miserable (only when it comes to work and careers, because other aspects of my life are on the up and up which is nice to be able to say!). So if you’re an agent, a management company, PR company or anything of the like, HIRE ME! I have no shame in asking like this because all I need is one opportunity to show what I can do, to prove my worth. I know that’s all I need!

And here I go allowing my brain to wander because this post was meant to be about positivity and OCD recovery soooooo let’s get back to business.

Going to the cinema is one of my favourite things to do. Transporting me from my life to one filled with adventure, heartache, action, drama, thrills, scares or laughs, the cinema lets me feel separated from myself. It’s a wonderful little excursion for my thoughts. I adore the smell of popcorn as you enter through the doors, the excitement of children over-filling their pick ‘n’ mix as parents argue about the cost, the colours of the Tango Ice-Blast (or whichever branded slush drink is at your fave cinema). All the small things that make going to the cinema so special and enjoyable to me. But the cinema also causes me a lot of strife and trouble at times (VERY EARLY POST RE-POPCORN GATE). If you didn’t read the post in question (how dare you) basically I had popcorn, it got stuck in my teeth and it took me hours to get it out and my gums were bleeding and I couldn’t shower or sleep until it was gone. Since then, I haven’t had popcorn at the cinema and I now choose from the plethora of sweet and chocolate bags instead. I do this because I can open the bag and tip the sweets/chocolate into my mouth without having to use my hands which saves a lot of worry and hassle mentally.

At first, I admit that I felt ashamed and embarrassed to be eating like this in public but it soon gets dark in the screen and I also started to not give a fuck because it made life easier for me and I could still enjoy the cinema so sod the haters (insert the sassy hand emoji). This method of engulfing large quantities of sugary goodness was all going well, and had been doing so for years, up until recently. I ventured to the IMAX at Bluewater with a friend to catch Doctor Strange (review coming soon) and was hesitant because the 3D glasses used for IMAX films are a lot larger than the regular ones AND they don’t come in lil’ packets, they’re loose which means I worry more. I worry more because I don’t know where the glasses have been, who’s touched them, if they’ve been washed or wiped down since they were previously used, if they’ve fallen on the floor etc. Anyway, I got on with it and purchased some anti-bac gel so use before I got back in my car at the end of the night so my mind was satisfied with that.

What I hadn’t considered, and one can only assume that it’s because I hadn’t put myself in this particular situation before, is that when tipping the sweets into my gob with wild abandon, some of them would hit the glasses before toppling into my mouth. Fortunately, this happened towards the end of my packet of crispy M&M’s so dry those tears for the lost and forgotten confectionary.

Instantly, when the lil fucker hit the glasses and tumbled into my mouth, my anxiety spiked. It went from, “Ah this is nice, watching a film you’ve wanted to see for ages with your oldest friend, a throwback to the good ol’ days” to “WHAT THE FUCK HAS JUST HAPPENED?! GO AND MAKE YOURSELF SICK! SPIT THEM ALL OUT OF YOUR MOUTH! GO HOME AND CLEAN YOUR TEETH AND WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT! THAT’S JUST GONE IN YOUR MOUTH AFTER TOUCHING GLASSES THAT COULD HAVE BEEN ON THE FLOOR WHERE PEOPLE WALK WITH SHOES THAT COULD’VE TRODDEN IN SPIT OR DOGSHIT AND OTHER HORRIBLE THINGS!”

All of this was happening internally like an atom bomb in my mind but looking at me from the outside, no-one would’ve known what was happening or how I was feeling. I went back to my recovery methods, distract and re-focus. I forced myself to engage in the film, to talk to my mate, to do anything other than think about making myself sick. To make matters worse, we were on our way out after staying for the extra scene (it’s a MArvel film so of course we had to) when I mentioned that they sometimes do another scene at the very end of the credits. So we stood at the foot of the screen and waited eagerly when my mate then proceeded to drop his glasses on the floor which only confirmed my worst fears to my monkey brain. It went into overdrive again, going a hundred miles an hour and watching the end scene and talking about it and driving home and dropping my mate off and walking through the door and telling my dad about the film and sitting down did nothing to calm my brain. So I went back to some more recovery techniques. I sat with the feeling, I tried to amplify it, to make it the worst possible version of the story.

My brain slowly started to calm down. I went and brushed my teeth (albeit I threw the brush away afterwards), had a shower and went down and had something to eat. I didn’t make myself sick.


This was and is probably one of my biggest achievements to date. Having something inside of me that I feel could contaminate me is my worst fear by a long way and my go to method of dealing with that fear is making myself sick. I can’t quite believe that I got through it and managed the situation using distraction and refocusing, sitting with the feeling and just ‘getting on with it’.

Hope is real everyone. Recovery, as far-fetched though it may seem, is possible. You don’t have to be a slave to your mental illness forever and slowly but surely, I am becoming living proof of this. You can get through today. You can get through tomorrow. You can do it!

All it takes is a little hope.

Rich x





6 thoughts on “OCD Recovery, Cinema Strife & Willpower

  1. This should be in ALL the national newspapers etc….. this is REAL, and i am proud of him as my Son and a Man….Hope is real, but hard…. let my Son be the inspiration……………….

  2. This post should be on every newspapers front page, it shows the true destructive thoughts of OCD, and the mental battle to overcome them. I am so proud of my Son that he is positive about keeping up his fight, and that he uses techniques that he has learned and trusts. Lets hear more of the successes and the triumphs and the fantastic people involved.

  3. Thanks for the great post. I have found for my OCD that distracting myself is the most powerful tool I have. Of course I don’t use it nearly as often as I should because it feels like there is a boot shoving my back, pushing me to give in to my urges and that boot can feel pretty strong as I am sure you know! lol But yes it is a very good strategy you describe. So impressed with your great achievement!

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