r/OCPD • u/Acrobatic_Union_3357 • 19h ago
rant OCPD and finding the " the right partner. "
I have been recently officially diagnosed with OCPD and ADHD. A long time ago, I realized that I was very harsh on myself, putting unrealistic standards in every aspect of my life that I had to meet and getting devastated if I couldn't meet them. If I did meet them, I would feel an extremely short-lived sense of relief, and then the target would move. The cycle would start over.
Having ADHD and living in a place where I have no access to psychotherapy and barely have access to a psychiatrist definitely hasn't helped, although I have been taking medication (an SSRI antidepressant) and trying to cope.
What I have recently realized through self-reflection is that I see the whole world through the same lens I use to look at myself: perfectionism. I go nuts when things don't go the way I assume they are supposed to, whether it's family behavior, my country's status, school, dating, etc.
My current biggest concern is dating. I have noticed a pattern, and I am wondering if I am alone in experiencing this. I wish someone could help me.
Six months ago, my first real romantic relationship ended. It was a long-distance relationship. At the time, my ex and I had been talking for a while. I sent her a photo of myself, and she sent me an image of herself. I found her cute, although I didn't get the chance to look at the image properly at first because she deleted it quickly, as she was very insecure about her appearance. Eventually, she let me keep the image, and all of a sudden, I started having doubts: Is this what my life partner is supposed to look like? I had always assumed she would be gorgeous.
I brushed the thought off, tried to continue the relationship, and decided to give it a chance. However, the idea kept coming back relentlessly. I used to spend entire days looking at her image and wondering whether she was attractive enough. I kept looking at the faces of every girl I came across in the streets, on the internet, or anywhere else, comparing them and wondering whether I would be happier if my girlfriend looked like one of them.
I kept showing her image to people in my inner circle, waiting for some kind of validation. No matter what they said, whether positive, negative, or neutral, it would calm me temporarily, but then I would become even more obsessed.
I even kept thinking about what people would think when they saw us together. Would they say I was lucky? Would they envy me? Would they not care? Or would they think less of me because I didn't have a conventionally attractive partner? It's worth noting that I hate looking at myself in the mirror or taking pictures of myself.
It was a shit show. I was torn apart by guilt. I kept ruminating about how superficial and disloyal I was, and I kept blaming myself and putting myself in her shoes until I felt tightness in my chest and could barely breathe at one point.
I just couldn't help feeling bad for her. I wished I weren't like that, and I felt pity for her. The idea of breaking up with her haunted me daily. Eventually, I figured that maybe I should end the relationship, but I thought to myself that people look different in real life than they do in pictures. Maybe I should meet her face-to-face before deciding. So, I travelled to meet her.
I was terrified, constantly thinking about what I would do if I didn't find her appealing in real life. When we finally met, I felt very comfortable looking at her. My eyes liked what they saw, and I thought to myself that she was good-looking enough that I would feel comfortable being intimate with her.
It was a very sweet time. I was relieved that I wouldn't have to break things off and break her heart. I finally felt content in the relationship. However, after I went home and we had our first argument following our date, the obsessions and chest tightness came back even stronger.
What made it even more confusing was that I felt lust when talking to her. I fantasized about being intimate with her, and I even masturbated to thoughts of her. We kept having arguments and fighting until the relationship eventually fell apart and we drifted apart.
I learned what I thought was a lesson from the experience: I must be superficial. I should never make a move or get involved with anyone again until I find the most attractive girl I can possibly get.
I noticed a pattern. I can easily find a girl attractive, but when I start thinking of her as my one and only partner for life, I feel suffocated and start thinking, Meh, she's not the perfect partner.
I even started having disturbing thoughts about how I could keep my future partner young and beautiful by providing her with hormone replacement therapy, or how I might choose an adult who is noticeably younger than me so that she would remain more attractive in comparison to me. For example, having a 20-year-old partner when I'm 30.
I even went so far as to consider being in a polygamous relationship because it's allowed where I live. That way, I wouldn't have to worry about whether my choice was attractive enough, whether I was missing out on someone better, or whether I had made the wrong decision.
Time passed, and I eventually forgot about the whole thing. I was no longer anxious about it. Then I met another girl. We are neighbors, and we had been bumping into each other by chance. We got to know each other better and became friends.
From the beginning, it was clear that she wasn't my type in terms of appearance. She's average-looking, but as time passed, we grew closer, and I started enjoying seeing and meeting her. I feel that she has started to like me too, although she is waiting for me to make the first move.
However, the horror of my first experience is still haunting me. I doubt on a daily basis whether she is the right partner. I feel that I would be doing her a disservice by pursuing anything romantic with her.
I keep thinking: What if I enter the relationship and end up repeating the same experience? Why not leave her for someone who is 100% certain that she is the most attractive woman in the world?
Does anyone relate to this? Can someone tell me what the solution might be? Is what I'm feeling normal? Is this OCPD, or am I just being vile? Can therapy help me overcome this if I ever travel abroad and gain access to it?


