I'm a Proud ABDL mommy. Writer of padded pony fics, a lot of fics about Shining Armor and his mom, several about Rainbow Dash and her family, and far more mom stories than you can imagine.
Sometimes OCD doesn't look like washing, cleaning and organizing.
Sometimes it looks like running away from a friend because you're afraid you'll hurt them.
Rainbow Dash knows this and understands it. There is one friend she can always ask for help on those days. Hopefully, there will soon be more.
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As... oddly heartwarming as the stuff with Fluttershy is... the one thing that was running through my mind while reading this fic was (I'm spoiler tagging this just in case, since I'm about to reference a Grimdark fic.):
"This whole thing actually makes Rocket to Insanity slightly more plausible."
I do hope this does receive a sequel involving Twilight, but I also acknowledge that it's pretty likely one will never come.
I didn't know there were different forms of OCD! This reminds me of a fanfic similar to this where somepony (I think it was Twilight) had intrusive thoughts, but didn't feel the need to run away. I didn't realize this aspect could be considered a form of OCD. The more you know.
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I wasn't expecting someone to comment about Rocket To Insanity here, but the fact that you did mention it, it did make more sense if the OCD was applied to that fic.
A good choice of characters to present this concept. Gives me extra thought to Rainbow and her nature.
Thank you for sharing.
I can kind of relate to this, though with nowhere near the same level of intensity. I always have this background anxiety when handling knives, like I'm going to hurt someone with it. I know I have no desire to, have no intention to, and probably would not have the stomach to do so even in self-defense, but the thought is still there that I could and that bothers me. It leaves me being extra careful and professional with it for the most part but sometimes I just want to get it out of my hand and back into the drawer so that I can put it out of mind. I don't like feeling like I have that kind of power, that I could mess everything up in an instant. I mentioned this to a friend one time and they totally got it right away. It's a little morbid but it's nice to know that some other people also deal with this, though it definitely sounds more intense for you/ Dash in this story.
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Believe it or not, that's actually really comforting to me to hear. I always kind of feel alone in those thoughts so it's really nice to know I'm not as crazy as I think I am. I can't tell you how much I appreciate that.
Oh wow, yet another fanfic that hits close to home...
Nice Work and dealing with such things is not easy. I can understand that well.
Whoa... This story has, to me, some all-too-familiar correlations... Most notably the scissors.
As a kid, I was scared to death of sharpened pencils and scissors. I had sight in just my right eye by age 5 and, for whatever reason, I'd feel extremely worried about these two items as I always saw this outside image of the pointy parts going into my eye.
Needless to say, I was always very careful and ensured my glasses were in place as a precaution in the event that, for whatever reason, I'd end up plunging either tool in my only working eye.
Even now, where I have no eyesight at all and needed an eye removed earlier in the year, I still get wary around knives and scissors. (Don't really use pencils anymore as, well, they aren't as useful when you can't see)
I've also had something I fear coming back. This was, like Dash here, a true desire to hurt someone. Almost in the same way, too. This tended to happen when I felt bullied and/or uncared for by someone who had gone on in the past that they did care about others and their situations beyond their control. Both notable times involved me blinding the 'trigger' before laying in with a tyrade of how they have no idea what it is like to be in my shoes and how hard, at times, it is to just get up in the morning.
My therapist has helped me to know how to get away from situations before they escalate to this level. However I do not like knowing I 'mentally' can go to such places.
I thank you for this story as, as much as it brought back bad memories, it also helps me know how I've managed to work on it over the years. It's scary but, like other things, I strive to keep it from ever fully gaining control.
Holy cow, I have this same problem. It's not so bad that I feel like I have to leave the situation, but they often horrify me nonetheless. Like, thoughts of the sort I wouldn't post anywhere publicly because they are so awful. I don't know where they come from, and I used to freak out a little because I was worried I would act out on them someday. However, I was able to figure out on my own (without Fluttershy haha) that there is a massive gap betwen these thoughts and my actual behaviour, and I am not at all my thoughts.
I do suffer from Tourette's though. I always have at least three or four physical tics and usually one vocal tic of some sort, and it seems like when I stop doing one another comes up. Right now I have heavy blinking, twitching my mouth from side to side, flexing my neck and flexing my right shoulder, as well as a thing where I breathe air out of my nose and halt it in short bursts. Recently I stopped flexing my right elbow muscles and my side muscles, which sometimes became highly painful.
I am getting more control over time though. Little by agonizing little.
Thanks for writing and sharing this. Hopefully we can all get help for our "afflictions of the flesh".
Very well done and I learned something at my old age. Thanks!
This seems eerily similar to some thoughts I get frequently. Luckily it's never really bothered me but it's good to know it has a name.
I had terrible old last year, and I went to therapy for it, and it is mostly mild now.