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dudadrawings17 · 26 days

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Greetings bugs and worms!

This comic is a little different than what I usually do but I worked real hard on it—Maybe I'll make more infographic stuff in the future this ended up being fun. Hope you learned something new :)

If you are still curious and want to learn more about OCD, you can visit the International OCD Foundation's website. I also recommend this amazing TED ED video "Starving The Monster", which was my first introduction to the disorder and this video by John Green about his own experience with OCD.

The IOCDF's website can also help you find support groups, therapy, and has lots of online guides and resources as well if you or a loved one is struggling with the disorder. It is very comprehensive!

Reblog to teach your followers about OCD

(But also not reblogging doesn't make you evil, silly goose)

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dudadrawings17 · 1 month

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Tin Man: the stars are so beautiful tonight.

Nimmie Amee: yes, they are.

Tin Man: do you know who also is beautiful?

Nimmie Amee (blushing): who?

Tin Man: Scarecrow.

#I think I’m going through the Oz phase again #The Wizard of Oz #tincrow #tin man x scarecrow #scarecrow x tin man #scarecrow of oz #nick chopper #tin man #tin woodman of oz

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dudadrawings17 · 1 month

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The Road to Oz Interlude

I’m obsessed with this one image so I wrote a one shot to go with it.

Continuar lendo

#Gosh how I love this ship ❤️#and I loved this fic!

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dudadrawings17 · 1 month

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made this 200 years ago

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dudadrawings17 · 1 month

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good morning to dorzma and tincrow shippers, dorothy x scarecrow shippers go fuck yourselves

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dudadrawings17 · 1 month

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all i'm saying is that if Baum was alive today he'd be reading tincrow fics

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dudadrawings17 · 1 month

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Maleficent: I just hope these little goblins inside of me decide to be born very soon! I can't take this pregnancy any longer! Ursula: enjoy while you can, darling! After your babies are born, THEN you'll wish you'd still be pregnant! Cruella: at least you have Chernabog doing everything for you. Ursula: who would guess the Disney version of Satan would be such a soft papa, right? Maleficent: why, just because we have horns, like black and green colors, and we're both related to evil and Hell, we can't be good parents?? Wow, rude!

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Frollo: you know... You remind me of someone... Gothel: oh yeah? Who? Frollo: your raven hair, your emerald eyes... Are you single, my dear? Gothel: I'm a single mother. Is that a problem to you. Frollo: not at all. I'm a single father too.

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Cruella: say it again, darling! Clayton: I ~kill~ animals. Cruella: oooohh yeah, babe! What else? Clayton: I ~sell~ them for riches. Cruella: oooh you evil man! Clayton: now tell me, my darling. What animal you desire the most? A coat made of leopard fur? Shoes made of crocodile skin? An elephant head to decorate your living room? Say it, and I shall have whatever pleases you! Cruella: I want... A ~dalmatian~ coat! Clayton: ... Say what?

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Silver: are you sure about this, James? Hook: about what, John? Silver: I don't know... It's the very first time we're leaving Pietra alone with mr. Smee... Hook: oh, don't worry, my dear. Smee knows he better take good care of our daughter if he doesn't want his ass to be kicked.

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Jafar: (on the cellphone) Hades, where are you? Hades: I left earlier, Jaffar. I'm tired. Jafar: what?? Where are you going?? Hades: home. Jafar: are you kidding me?? Get your ass back here! You drunk too much! Hades: relax, will you? I took a cab! Jafar: WE WERE DRINKING IN YOUR HOME, YOU ANIMAL! Hades: ... Then where am I going??

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dudadrawings17 · 4 months

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Oh man do I relate to your last post about OCD. I’m currently in the thick of it right now with (insert two contagious diseases here) and I’ve run myself into the ground over it. It’s hurting all my realtionships. I’m spending money on different doctors. I’m picturing myself suffering. Fuck, I AM suffering right now. This shit is so hard. You’re not alone.

hang in there, mate.

It's really hard and, geez, I do know how much you've been suffering.

But, if you can, do what I'm trying to do now: distract my thoughts doing something I like (even if I have to force myself to do it), and try to live one day at a time. If I survive today, that's good and that's what i'm gonna do.

If something has to happen in weeks or not, we can't do anything about it. So, we'll just worry when the time comes (and IF it comes, we must always remember that).

I know it's easier to talk, but that's all we can try to do. And if you can, keep going to your therapist and doctors. It may take a time, but therapy and medicine will eventually help you.

I wish you all the best, mate. One day at a time and stay safe. 🙏

#mental health #ocd #contamination ocd

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dudadrawings17 · 4 months

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Sorry... I'm not fine.

(trigger warning: very detailed description of a disease.)

For several years, I ignored its existence. I heard about it so infrequently that I never cared. Perhaps here and there, during animal vaccination campaigns. But I never imagined it could be so terrifying, so horrible, so deadly.

Damn. Everything was getting better. I was returning to eating normally, feeling more relaxed, gradually overcoming my fears that, at most, concerned the flies and mosquitoes invading my home or the dirt I might bring in from the street whenever I was forced to go out. Now, there's nothing in my thoughts but the fear of dying in one of the cruelest ways an invisible little being can provoke in a human.

Lyssavirus. Lyssa, the goddess of madness in Greek mythology. It's no wonder they associated this cursed virus with that goddess. But why the hell did I have to watch that damn video of a biologist explaining rabies while showing a person on a hospital bed, spasming from head to toe and struggling to take a sip of water, so essential for their survival? And why the hell did I, aware of my condition, seek out more and more videos and information about this damn disease?

Knowing what I know about it is the cause of feeling like this, as if my sanity is hanging by a thread. My mind fabricates false memories that make me unsure of what I saw or felt. Was that thing that entered through the bathroom window last night and stuck to my shoulder a moth? 'No, it was a tiny bat,' my mind says. Are these red marks on my shoulder just allergies? 'No, that's the bite mark the bat left you,' my mind says. What I felt dripping on my head while lying down, is it a pipe leak? 'No, it's bat saliva,' my mind tells me again.

What a nightmare! What torture! Some nights I don't sleep properly, and for days, I don't eat properly. I no longer do anything that brings me joy because my mind is too focused on what I think are the last weeks or months of my life. Just waiting for the moment when I'll have fever, coughs, sneezes, and nausea, and even when they say, 'it's just a viral infection,' I'll already be sure that my days are numbered. Seven at most. Because right after, there would be mental confusion, anxiety attacks, seizures, aggressive outbursts, hydrophobia (throat spasms making it impossible to drink water), excessive salivation, and then... coma and death.

With every new trigger that makes me imagine nonexistent bats salivating or biting me, I try, I swear I try my best, to follow what my psychologist advises: 'Duda, one day at a time.'

There is absolutely NO reason for me to be as scared as I am. And even if the unlikely case of me being infected were true, there would be nothing more I could do. So why suffer in anticipation?

That's what I'm trying to tell myself right now as I attempt to slow down my heart after another failed attempt to sleep due to anxiety. I really need to sleep. And I'm really hungry. But the fear of being attacked while I sleep or that my mother contaminated the groceries with rabid dog saliva (who knows, petting a stray dog), manages to be greater.

I'm exhausted. I'm famished. I'm crazy. I'm almost giving up... Would it hurt less if I ended this myself instead of waiting for the Lyssavirus to kill me? (Sigh) no, no. I'm too cowardly for that. After all, it's the fear of death and what will happen to me afterward that's causing all this fear. What would be the point of hastening it... Well... Although there's no longer any meaning in anything I think or do. It would just be another contradiction.

One day at a time, Eduarda.

If I have to die many years from now, lying in a bed, very old, that's good.

If it has to be a month or two from now because of a fatal virus, so be it.

One day at a time. And trying to sleep now.

#vent #mental health #ocd #contamination ocd

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dudadrawings17 · 5 months

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I used to love playing outside as a kid. Exploring the creek by my grandma's; swimming in just about any body of water I was allowed to.

I'd pick up sticks and rocks and try to catch frogs without a second thought.

I'd enjoy honeysuckle nectar and dandelion pollen straight from my backyard.

Now I can't even sit on our lawn chairs because what if a squirrel had been on it or something?

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dudadrawings17 · 5 months

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cute reminder that ocd symptoms are NOT logical or consistent

“U hAvE cOnTaMiNaTiOn OcD bUt U sTiLl dO ‘insert unhygienic thing here’?????” ya its a disorder it does not make sense. im very aware that my compulsions are not logical T-T

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dudadrawings17 · 5 months

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I'm sure this same post has been made like 10 thousand times but man i hate having the "sorry I'm just so ocd about it" or "sorry I have ocd I love cleaning haha" told to me for the thousandth time when I'm sitting here struggling my whole life with contamination ocd myself and lemme tell you it is not just "oh this one thing is out of order I gotta fix it" its intrusive thoughts involving vivid imagery of destruction, germs, dirt, contamination, etc. etc. it's really not fun tbh

Like as a kid I'd wash my hands till they cracked and bled, I'd wear gloves, I'd freak out after touching things, it was actually debilitating and horrible. I still struggle a lot w/ it but I can manage it a bit better now as an adult.

Tldr; Cleanliness ocd is not just "teehee I gotta clean" its anxiety-inducing and a brain disorder that makes you need to wash yourself, things, spaces, clothes, etc. constantly to your detriment over and over and over again. So please, keep the "ocd jokes" to yourself.

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dudadrawings17 · 6 months

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